Dylan Hunt: Rev, have any of your prayers been answered?
Rev: Many, just not today.
Rommie: I just want a day where I can build missiles and tweak fire control in peace.
Beka Valentine: We need to find you a hobby.
Rommie: That is my hobby.
Dylan Hunt: Missile tubes 1 through 5.
Rommie: Are you sure that's necessary?
Dylan Hunt: It's chasing us and that's rude. We'll teach it some manners.
Beka Valentine: You know, if I'm gonna die, I think I need a drink.
Harper: I'm not deprived, I'm depraved.
Tyr Anasazi: Genetic propagation is one of the few endeavors worth the risk of death.
Rev Bem: Providence chooses its instruments. Not the other way around. Fate brought you to that battle. Destiny demanded your actions. Perhaps you were merely a tool of Divine Will.
Trance Gemini: And they even have a guild devoted entirely to the art of abdomen dancing.
Dylan Hunt: Trance, that's Iridano sign language, and I think you just made a rather naughty suggestion to Harper.
Trance Gemini: Oh, well, fair is fair. Harper made a rather naughty suggestion to nearly half the women there at the reception. Without success, I might add.
Tyr Anasazi: Consider this, either it's the end of it all, or you'll have a magnificent tale to tell your children.
Trance Gemini: What does a Nietzschean mother hope for her son when she names him Gengis Stalin?
Andromeda: He's said to be a delightful conversationalist.
Beka Valentine: Where did you get all the candles?
Tyr Anasazi: I rendered them from the fat of my enemies.
