Blakes 71978

[Vila stumbles in carrying a wine carafe]

Vila Restal:
[drunkenly] Hello there! Anyone for a party? I'm afraid you'll have to bring your own booze 'cause I've already drunk my own. Anyone got any booze? Huh? And how about my... cold, calculating Soolin? I'd like to see you unbend...

[Soolin moves to a another station]

Vila Restal:
...just a little before we're all... all...

Dayna Mellanby:
Sometimes, Vila, you can be quite disgusting.

Vila Restal:
Not so, my lovely. I can be disgusting all the time. It's easy. Easy as colliding with an asteroid, eh, Avon? You know, they say all your life passes in front of you when you're about to, about to... y'know. It's what's happening to me now. All my past life.

Avon:
That's one misfortune we don't have to share.

Vila Restal:
Fourteen I was when I was first sent to a penal colony. Ship was hit in the main drive by a meteoroid. Bang! Y'know what they did to repair it? Activated the force wall and generated an atmosphere inside the force wall so the repair team could work in a vacuum without spacesuits, 'cause it wasn't a vacuum any more if you see what I mean. Very clever, those old prison hulk skippers.