Thalan/Sheppard: You didn't have a plan. You just wanted me dead.
Phoebus/Weir: Still do. As a matter of fact, I can't wait to see that look of defeat on your face, just one last time.
Thalan/Sheppard: You mean the look on my face when you rammed my fighter, making sure neither one of us would win? That was hatred, not defeat, Phoebus.
Phoebus/Weir: Is that any way to talk to your wife? Thalan? Run all you like. The moment I find you, you die.
Beckett: Well... they're heading straight for divorce.