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: 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.
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.