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.
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.
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.