Blake's 7, Series Three

Servalan:
There's nothing to stop them now. The cream of my fleet, gone! Destroyed. And all you can do is smile as though you'd achieved something.

Jarvik:
I have.

Servalan:
What?

Jarvik:
I made it look convincing.

Servalan:
Oh, it was convincing all right. It convinced me. Three Mark Tens and fifteen years' supply of Kairopan.

Jarvik:
You wanted the Liberator? If you're patient, you shall have her.

Servalan:
And what will you take her with? A Kairopan shuttle? A transporter, perhaps? Or will you use your bare hands?! What are you doing?

Jarvik:
(Picks up Servalan and dumps her on a couch) Lie there and keep quiet until I tell you otherwise.