The Six Million Dollar Man

Dr. Rudy Wells:
I want to show you something, Steve. This is your arm.

Steve Austin:
That's it, huh?

Dr. Rudy Wells:
Um-hmn. We're rather proud of it. There's a manual that goes with it that has eight hundred and forty pages. I'll give you a copy.

Oliver Spencer:
Doctor Welles. Is it possible to keep him asleep indefinately?

Dr. Rudy Wells:
Now, what are you going to do? Keep him under between assignments and wake him up only when you need him? Over my dead body.

Oliver Spencer:
It was just an idea. Not a bad one at that, eh?

Steve Austin:
Yes sir?

General:
Have you any idea what time it is?

Steve Austin:
[looks up at the sky] About five to seven?

Dr. Rudy Wells:
Steve, you got a positive genius for antagonizing the wrong people.

Steve Austin:
I know, it's story of my life.

Steve Austin:
[to Dr. Rudy Wells] Dr. Frankenstein, I presume?

Dr. Rudy Wells:
We've given you an eye for an eye, haven't we? An arm for an arm?

Steve Austin:
My arm didn't come packed in a wooden box!

Steve Austin:
When I was up there on the moon, doc, about a quarter of a million miles away from the real world, I felt a lot closer to it then, than I do now.

Mrs. McKay:
[watching Steve Austin run on a monitor] He's not even breathing hard!

Dr. Rudy Wells:
Well, you see, his lungs are used to handling oxygen for the blood supply for two arms and two legs. Now they only have to take care of one.

Oliver Spencer:
There is no end to obligations.

Oliver Spencer:
Please, please, Wells, don't be sentimental. I can always have another cyborg build if this one fails. But if he should survive... which appears to be doubtful, then I know that I have my man.

Prisoner:
[Steve has just broken his own and his fellow prisoner's chains] Hala Maria, how you able to do that?

Steve Austin:
Vitamins.

Oliver Spencer:
[Steve whispers something in Spencer's ear] Really? Oh, I haven't been called that since grammar school. [chuckles]