KILLER
Vila: I hope you can trust him.
Avon: I told you, he's a friend of mine.
Vila: Yes, I always knew you had a friend. I used to say to people, "I bet Avon's got a friend...somewhere in the galaxy."
Avon: And you were right. That must be a novel experience for you.
Vila: When Avon holds out the hand of friendship, watch his other hand. That's the one with the hammer.
Avon: Vila?
Vila: What?
Avon: You're a fool.
Vila: Nerves getting to you?
Avon: There are a quarter of a million volts running through that converter. I make one false move, I'll be so crisped up what's left of me won't fit into a sandwich.
Vila: I'm a vegetarian. Thanks for the offer, though.
Vila: You don't have a lot of time for Blake, do you?
Avon: I could never stand heroes.
Vila: A quarter of a million volts and you're putting your hand in?
Avon: Ah, but that is self-interest. We need that crystal. Blake takes risks to help other people. Sometimes people he doesn't even know. One day that great big bleeding heart of his will get us all killed.
Vila: Unless somebody ditches him first.
GAMBIT
Servalan: (about Krantor) He is a despicable animal. When the Federation finally cleans out this cesspit, I shall have that vulpine degenerate eviscerated with a small and very blunt knife.
Krantor: One of these days, Toise, I am going to have Supreme Commander high-and-mighty Servalan
raged until she does not know what
month she's in! I'll have her
screaming for death!
STAR ONE
Vila: Then they are expecting an invasion? A hoard of hairy aliens!
Orac: There is no logical reason why aliens should be hairy.
Vila: There's no logical reason why people should be hairy!
Avon:As far as I'm concerned you can destroy whatever you like. You can stir up a thousand revolutions. You can wade in blood up to your armpits. Oh, and you can lead the rabble to victory -- whatever that may mean. Just so long as there's an end to it. When Star One is gone, it is finished, Blake. And I want it finished! I want it over and done with, I want to be free!
Cally: But you are free now, Avon.
Avon: [Bitterly, while glaring at Blake] I want to be free of
him!
Durkim: Servalan, by design or accident Star One is failing.
Servalan: There has to be another explanation.
Durkim: There isn't.
Servalan: And if you want to keep your job you'll find it.
Durkim: Why won't you face the facts?
Servalan: Because I'm not convinced. And even if I
were, there would be nothing I could do about it.
Durkim: Well, surely under the circumstances you could get clearance to put a team in.
Servalan: Star One is the most secure installation in the Federation.
Durkim: I
know that.
Servalan: Do you know
why it's so thoroughly secure?
Durkim: Well, presumably because knowledge of its location is severely restricted
Servalan: No! Knowledge of its location is
non-existent! Durkim, no-one knows where Star One
is!
No one at all!
Travis: Put the gun down, Avon, it's too late to stop it now.
Avon: Convince me.
Travis: Be polite and I may let you live.
Avon: Be informative and I may let you die. You'll want that after I've shot off an arm and a leg or two.
Travis: I thought you were supposed to be the one with brains.
Avon: Brains but no heart. Now talk or scream, Travis, the choice is yours.
Blake: [To Avon] For what it is worth, I have always trusted you. Right from the very beginning.
Vila: Avon, this is stupid!
Avon: When did that ever stop us?
