Dylan Hunt: It's a little known law of thermodynamics: The Conservation of Optimism: There's only so much to go around.
Tyr Anasazi: I have faith in nothing but this - when the universe collapses and dies, there will be three survivors - Tyr Anasazi, the cockroaches, and Dylan Hunt, trying to save the cockroaches.
Dylan Hunt: Are you scared?
Rommie: Terrified. They say there's always someone bigger and stronger than you. I just never thought it applied to me.
Dylan Hunt: Just keep your PMA charged and on-line.
Beka Valentine: PMA?
Dylan Hunt: Positive Mental Attitude.
Trance Gemini: Y'know, since we've got a little bit of time here, we might as well find a good way to spend it. I know! I've got this really great game. It's called "Harper tells Trance everything, so she can save his miserable little life." Would you like to play?
Harper: I hate you.
Trance Gemini: You're just saying that.
Harper: Trust in the Harper. The Harper is good.
Rommie: It ate my drones.
Tyr Anasazi: I would say "let God sort them out," but someone told me He was dead.
Tyr Anasazi: Your willingness to defy the universal odds is a disease that apparently we have all contracted.
Harper: Wait a minute! How come we always have to be the ones to rescue people?
Dylan Hunt: Because I love to see you squirm. Mr. Harper, it's not our job to avoid trouble.
Harper: It's a good thing, because it's sure got a way of finding us.
Dylan Hunt: Well, Harper always says that opposites attract.
Beka Valentine: That's just his excuse to meet women. Everyone's the opposite of Harper.
Dylan Hunt: That's true.
Rafe: For a fossilized High Guard Officer, your Dylan Hunt is one devious human being.
Beka Valentine: I knew you'd like him.
Dylan Hunt: Don't be smart.
Harper: It's hard not to, when you're a prodigy.
Beka Valentine: Tyr, ya don't have to come. I know how hard it is for you to beat that Nietzschean self-preservation gene.
Tyr Anasazi: You know, that " Nietzschean self-preservation gene," as you call it, can't be passed down unless a breeding partner makes herself available. Proving one's worth as a husband and father requires taking risks.
Beka Valentine: So all these dangerous, macho things you do - it's to impress the chicks?
Seamus Harper: We needed a Plan B. You always have a Plan B.
Dylan Hunt: Yes, but my Plan B's work.
Beka Valentine: Can I say it? Let's bring it.
Dylan Hunt: No, a little louder, more intense.
Beka Valentine: LET'S bring IT.
Beka Valentine: Authorization code "shut up and do what I tell you."
Maru Computer: Authorization confirmed.
Rev Bem: The Divine loves us best at our broken times.
Harper: Let me guess, we're going to open up a can of cosmic whoop-ass.
Harper: Tyr Ana-sleazy! Livin' large in the lap-dance of luxury.
