Lost in Space

Judy Robinson:
Those who can't think, fight.

Dr. Zachary Smith:
Evil knows evil.

Dr. Zachary Smith:
I'm a doctor, not a space explorer.

Major West:
You know, I'm thinking this is your "kiss for luck" situation.

Judy Robinson:
Thinking. Not your strong point, is it?

Penny Robinson:
Never love anything, kiddo, you will just end up losing it.

Major West:
8 years of flight training. Navigational holographics online. 50 combat missions. Course confirmed for slingshot exit of the solar system. Just so I could take the family camper on an interstellar picnic.

Penny Robinson:
Ouch. Could he be cuter? I don't *think* so.

Robot:
Why did the robot cross the road? Because he was carbon bonded to the chicken.

Robot:
It sounds like old morse code.

Will Robinson:
What does it say?

Robot:
Danger, Will Robinson, danger.

Dr. Zachary Smith:
Black was always my colour.

Major West:
OK, last one to kill a bad guy buys the beer.

Dr. Zachary Smith:
Like the drip, drip, drip of blood...

Major West:
You really need to shut up.

Major West:
And the monkey flips the switch.

Penny Robinson:
On this eve before she is torn from all she knows, kidnapped, hurled into deep space against her will, what thoughts fill the mind of the young space captive?

Major West:
I don't like the sound of that sound.

John Robinson:
There's a lot of space out there to get lost in.

Dr. Zachary Smith:
Give my regards to oblivion.

Robot:
Destroy Robinson family.

Major West:
If there's no time for fun, Doc, then what are we saving the planet for?

Will Robinson:
Relax, I'll finish your new body. Mom always said I should make new friends.

Robot:
Oh, ha ha ha.

Penny Robinson:
Let's see, do I spend my last night on Earth watching Mom and Dad pretend not to be fighting, or blow ten years worth of allowance at the mall? You do the math.

Major West:
You know, the planet IS breaking up around us.

Dr. Zachary Smith:
Let's try this again, shall we? You are the puppet, I am the puppeteer. Do try to get it right this time..."

John Robinson:
What are you doing?

Major West:
You never leave an enemy stronghold intact.

John Robinson:
Major, stop.

Major West:
One of your father's first rules of engagement.

John Robinson:
That's a direct order.

Major West:
I hate spiders.

John Robinson:
We're caught in the sun's gravitational pull. We're headed straight for it.

Major West:
Oh, really? So that's what the big yellow ball is.

Major West:
It's still working.

John Robinson:
What?

Major West:
The hyperdrive. If we can't go around the Sun, then we go straight through it, using your hyperdrive.

John Robinson:
But, without a hypergate, the exit vector's random. There's no telling where we'd come out.

Major West:
Anywhere but here.

Major West:
I'm going to try to break us out of the atmosphere.

John Robinson:
No, we don't have enough core material for that.

Major West:
Well, maybe if we catch one of the thermal...

John Robinson:
No, it won't work. I *know*. We have to go... down. Through the planet as she's breaking up. We can use the planet's gravity...

Major West:
What?

John Robinson:
To throw us ut the other side and back into space!

Major West:
That's insane!

John Robinson:
I don't have time to argue.

Penny Robinson:
Here we go again.

Penny Robinson:
This mission sucks. I don't wanna leave early. I don't wanna go at all.

Maureen Robinson:
We will discuss this at dinner.

Penny Robinson:
For the last three years, I've missed everything. Training. So I can spend the next ten years missing everything else. I'm not staying home for dinner. I'm going out to see my friends.

Maureen Robinson:
Penny.

Penny Robinson:
I'm going out to... say good-bye to my entire life.

Maureen Robinson:
Penny I need you here tonight.

Penny Robinson:
We're lost, aren't we?

John Robinson:
Have you noticed, you take to opposite position to whatever I say?

Maureen Robinson:
Of course I do, we're married.

Maureen Robinson:
Am I interrupting something? No really, I think you two should go ahead and slug it out. I mean, here we are on a an alien world and you boys want to get into a pissing contest? Please, go for it. I'll have Judy down here in a heartbeat to declare you both unfit, and I'll take over this mission. Now I don't want to hear another word from you, is THAT clear?

Maureen Robinson:
NOT another word. Better. Now if you've finished hosing down the decks with testosterone, I suggest you come with me. I may have found a way to get us off this planet.

Dr. Zachary Smith:
Sarcasm is the recourse of the weak mind.

Major West:
If this is all a dream, why can't there be more girls?

Dr. Zachary Smith:
Never fear, Smith is here.

Dr. Zachary Smith:
I loathe children.

Monster Smith:
You should have killed me when you had the chance.

John Robinson:
You know, you're right. I couldn't kill the man...

John Robinson:
But I can kill the monster!

Monster Smith:
Haven't you made the doorway... too small?

Older Will:
Not for me. But then, I'm not going, am I? The spiders didn't kill the girls. It was you. I just didn't let myself see it. You kept me alive because you needed me. Because I could build this for you.

Monster Smith:
Poor, poor boy. Did you think that I would let you go? After all that I have become? Look at me. I am no mere man.

Monster Smith:
I am a god. Within these eggsacks lives a monster race of spiders. We shall descend upon helpless Earth. An entire planet on which to rule. An entire planet on which to feed! Time to die, *son*.

Older Will:
I'm not your son!

Will Robinson:
Oh, sh*t.

Dr. Zachary Smith:
A boy of your intelligence should never swear... Oh, sh*t.

Will Robinson:
Eww. They eat their wounded.

Monster Smith:
I never liked me anyway.

Dr. Zachary Smith:
You can't do it can you? You can't kill the man without becoming the monster.

Dr. Zachary Smith:
Oh, be still my foolish heart.

Dr. Zachary Smith:
It's the world behind the world Dr. Robinson. Lie once, cheat twice, and everything becomes clear.

Dr. Zachary Smith:
Major West, I highly recommend you never breed. That, by the way, is my medical opinion.

Reporter #1:
Professor Robinson, how do your children feel about traveling into space for the next ten years?

John Robinson:
They have never been more excited.

Penny Robinson:
This mission sucks!

You bubble-headed boobie