Andromeda, Third Season

Trance:
It's an invitation. Whatever it is it wants to play, to fight, or make love with us.

Dylan:
RSVP.

Harper:
Nice move, boss, the old slingshot maneuver. Plus a little luck.

Dylan:
Well, sometimes I think luck is just another word for "fate."

Harper:
Yeah, well, I'm feeling particularly fatalistic right now.

Dylan:
Why is it we look for luck every time we're in danger?

Harper:
Because that's when we need it most.

Dylan:
Well, the thing about luck is... the balance changes.

Trance:
What about fate?

Dylan:
Fate is a hunter.

Harper:
Wait a minute, how come I get to go for a change?

Dylan:
Because I want you with me.

Harper:
This is something shady, isn't it?

Rommie:
The Commonwealth is still hailing us, and they're mad. They say this is the last warning.

Tyr:
That's what they said five "last warnings" ago.

Beka:
They're waiting for authorization. God bless bureaucracy!

Harper:
[speaking of a mythical vase] I mean, when I was little, my mom told me that it was so powerful that nobody could be trusted with it, not even Vedrans. Weren't you at least a little tempted to put it together and see what it did?

Dylan:
[wording from Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice] Well, there's something else that my mom taught me. "All that glitters is not gold."

Harper:
So, uh, the vase. It doesn't do a thing, does it? It's worthless.

Dylan:
It's a symbol. Zeus and Abelard believed that it would bring them power. But to me, it represents the highest confidence in faith that we all put in the Commonwealth.

Harper:
Well that's good. Cuz, three people murdered, one in jail collecting dust, and another one on the run with his gun in the sun for all eternity. A lot of time and energy wasted and all for a worthless hunk 'a glass... It is worthless... right?

Dylan:
Did I say it was worthless? No. It's priceless. And isn't that the value of all dreams?

Angelika:
Once you've lived an extended period of doing without, you never take having for granted. Once you've crawled on your stomach for what seemed like days silting for water, once you've lived with so much pain... You get to close to death, you get focused on what you want. Come on, Dylan. When's the last time you lived without?

Dylan:
Well, I uh... I had 303 years once, frozen in a black hole, doing without life or food.

Oderic:
You know, if you weren't so intensely self-absorbed, you'd realize that all of life is a balance between the emptiness of eternity and the need to make art to remind ourselves we were here.

Tyr:
I had an epiphany like that once. Then I mercilessly beat someone until it went away.

Dylan:
[sarcastically] Oh well you know me with percentages, Rommie. I like to take a big gamble every day because I might be walking around lucky and not even know it.

Tyr:
Sometimes the situation requires that we hold the hand of our enemy. The difficult part is not letting them see you while you use the other hand to draw the knife.

Dylan:
If this is rekindling the light of civilization, I miss the dark ages.

Dylan:
We're going to be walking into an ambush.

Tyr:
That's why I always assume I'm walking into an ambush - prevents unpleasant surprises.

Dylan:
If the Commonwealth we built is worth anything, we have to trust it to do what's right. We have to have faith in somebody other than us.

Beka:
And if that faith is misplaced?

Dylan:
Well, then we have bigger problems than your Uncle Sid.

Captain Metis:
Captain Hunt, the next time I order you to stay behind, you tell me to go to hell.

Dylan:
Noted.

Harper:
Hell, you might even see Earth someday.

Kemp:
Man, we've been out here so long, I've almost forgotten what it looks like.

Harper:
Yeah, you can't miss it. It's ah, you know it, big... blue... kinda hits ya. Jersey smells funny.

Captain Metis:
It's amazing that you're still sane.

Dylan Well, that's what the voices inside my head keep telling me.

Captain Metis:
[to Dylan] You and I are cut from the same silk cloth. Men like you and me have a mission, a purpose, to lead, a chance to be great. Without them we'd be little more than madmen.

Kemp:
I was in Boston the night before we set off on this mission... a baseball game at Fenway Park.

Harper:
A baseball game, huh? Fenway Park… The last time I was at Fenway Park, I watched the Drago-Kazov crucify a guy in the cheap seats.

Dylan:
Tell you what, Rommie - after we finally finish building our castle, and all the dragons have been slain, why don't we point out the farthest star, and see what's out there? Just you and me.

Rommie:
You've got a deal.

Dylan:
Good.

Trance:
Even a small light dispels the darkness. Shine on, Mezmer. Time has come to say, "hello and goodbye."

Beka:
You know, ever since we reestablished the Commonwealth, I've been wondering; is it really necessary that we risk life and limb every time somebody gets in trouble?

Rommie:
We're the good guys, Beka. We fight the bad guys.

Harper:
Trance, no offense, but I think we all remember what happened the last time you tried to pilot the slipstream. You took us back 300 years in time, into the middle of a humungous space battle where we, uh, fixed the course of history…

Trance:
Lucky for us!

Dylan:
[to Trance, in combat] Any words of wisdom?

Trance:
Um, always be nice to your parents.

Dylan:
Sound advice.

Gunyan:
[after trapping Dylan] To think you founded a Commonwealth with such a bad sense of direction.

Sascha:
I know what you're thinking - Blood is thicker than water.

Dylan:
It's also a lot tougher to clean up.

Beka:
Good news for you, Harper - it doesn't eat humans.

Harper:
Yeah, too bad it doesn't eat Nietzscheans!

Rommie:
… We need to catch one if we want to classify it.

Dylan:
I don't want to classify it, unless we classify it as dead, and off my ship.

Rommie:
Dylan, are you worried that the anti-oxidation containment field around the Maru might be disintegrating?

Dylan:
Well, I am now.

Rommie:
Good thing, 'cause it is.

Harper:
I only need 20 more minutes.

Dylan:
You said that 20 minutes ago.

Harper:
Yeah, but that was before I knew I really only needed 20 more minutes.

Bartolome Naz:
She was brilliant, she was witty, she was sensuous, she was the love of my life - until she wasn't.

Bartolome Naz:
You owe me a death!

Tyr:
Suppose I let you live, and we call it even?

Dylan:
Strange...

Harper:
What? Us standing here over a dead Nietzschean on ice? Yeah, it's kinda strange, but it's also kinda nice, isn't it?

Harper:
[to Rhade] You give me a corpse from down in deep freeze, and I give you a worthy Go partner, with all the knowledge and memories I could dig up or extrapolate... You're kinda creepy, you know that?

Rhade:
Our people were meant to be living gods, warrior-poets who roamed the stars bringing civilization, not cowards and bullies who prey on the weak and kill each other for sport. I never imagined they'd prove themselves so inferior. I didn't betray our people - they betrayed themselves.

Rhade:
History will judge me a traitor for what I am about to do, but if he fails, if Dylan fails, imagine how they'll judge him.

Trance:
With silence.

Dylan:
Beka, reverse full!

Beka:
Running away - I can live with that.

Harper:
In fact, I can't live without that!

Beka:
We're not dead!

Rommie:
Don't be so surprised.

Genghis:
Who are you?

Tyr:
Very possibly the last face you'll ever see in life. Now tell me who sabotaged that ship.

Beka:
Nietzschean first officers have been known to betray Captains.

Errin:
Beka Valentine, you are an excellent pilot. If I didn't know any better, I'd mistake you for a Nietzschean.

Beka:
Thanks... I think!

Errin:
As an officer, I stare into the abyss with pride. I don't jump into it.

Harper:
Love is just a bunch of exaggerating and lies, all dolled up in pseudo-poetic language (uttered preferably while intoxicated) and all for the singular universal purpose of… uh, you know.

Trance:
[laughing] Harper, you're a born romantic!

Harper:
[hesitantly] Sometimes there are flowers?

Abel Ladron:
You should know that the universe is not, by nature, an equitable distributor of good health and good fortune.

Harper:
And I suppose it is your duty to give the gift of redistribution?

Abel:
You must be the engineer.

Harper:
Why? Because I'm the short guy with the sense of humour, the wry wit? Huh? Because I'm so freakin' amiable with the careless demeanor? Is that it?

Abel:
Well, that - and the tools.

Harper:
It always boils down to genetics for you, huh, Anasazi?

Tyr:
My silly child, that's what we all boil down to.

Harper:
I guess that's why they call space a vacuum

Rommie:
No. They call space a vacuum because-

Rommie and Tyr:
-space is a vacuum.

Harper:
Lyra? Wow, what a beautiful name. Did you know in Greek, "lyra" means "harp", and nobody plays the harp better... than the Harper.

Harper:
Wait a minute, that can't be right… but then that would mean that I, boy genius, am wrong.

Rommie:
Harper?

Harper:
Yes, O glorious creation of mine with the world's crappiest timing?

Abel:
Please tell me that you always looked at me as a friend and not as a father figure, because that would make this wrong on so many levels.

Beka:
Father figure? No, more like a sexy older brother… Sexy older brother of a friend, which makes this not wrong at all.

Beka:
Whoever said 'it's hard to chart a course for your future when your past and present keep colliding' sure knew what they were talking about.

Tyr:
Let the boy do his job...

Harper:
If the plan is anything like 'run like hell', I can name that tune in three notes or less.

Dylan:
Sometimes intentions are beside the point, especially when the potential for disaster is on a scale of this magnitude.

Beka:
Are we talking about the Commonwealth, or my personal life?

Harper:
It may seem like a miracle. And it is! The miracle of Seamus Harper, with some 'Abel' assistance.

Abel:
More importantly, I'm free to love Beka Valentine.

Beka slaps him:

Harper:
Don't take it personally, pal, that's how she loves everybody. Now, usually, at this point, I beg for mercy. But if I were you, I'd run like hell.

Dylan:
Mr. Harper, I think maybe you and I should run like hell.

Trance:
Harper, when has arguing ever helped the situation?

Harper:
Arguing? Not very often, but whining… [to Dylan] Please?

Dylan:
Count of three?

Tyr:
No, let's just shoot them.

Rev:
Tyr, have you ever wished that all your yearning for power and empire would just be silent for a moment? Have you ever wished this? A moment of peace?

Tyr:
I am at peace. That's what bothers me.

Rommie:
Trance, miracles are just extraordinary phenomena with a scientific explanation.

Harper:
See?

Trance:
Well, for those who don't believe, no explanation is possible. For those who do, no explanation is necessary.

Dylan:
It's all about the fight. The light against the dark, good against evil. Some people hide from it. Some run away.

Trance:
Some live with it in fear. Some find solace in knowing they've done everything they can.

Dylan:
Some stay and fight. I fight to win.

Tyr:
Nausea? Trance, you don't have a stomach.

Tyr:
The universe is a beautiful place, full of wonders. And it wants to kill you.

Dylan:
[After being woken up by an explosion] Andromeda, what's going on?

Andromeda:
Fusion from the core is beginning to spill over into the accelerator tanks. Harper is in Command with Trance.

Dylan:
[groaning] Alright, cancel the monthly ship diagnostic and report. [mutters] Harper, it's a simple night shift.

Andromeda:
Containing spillover in the accelerator tanks... Harper, what were you thinking, racing me?!

Aggio:
What are you trying to pull, child?

Harper:
That's stallion to you.

Dylan:
It's a voice, a woman's voice.

Harper:
She sound hot?

Dylan:
Who else is curious about this voice?

Trance:
I'm always curious when I hear voices.

Harper:
Finally I'm not the only one with voices in my head, heheh. [Dylan gives him a look] Sorry.

Dylan:
Alright, we'll vote. All of those against?

Dylan:
All of those for?

Dylan:
[ignoring the vote] I love democracy!

Dylan:
You heard it.

Beka:
Heard what?

Dylan:
The woman's voice, you know, the whisper.

Beka:
No...

Dylan:
Tyr, you have command. We are going to go and find out what's inside that moon and *who* is inside my head. I know you heard it.

Beka:
I don't know if I'm getting the chills 'cause I'm shivering or if I'm shivering because I'm getting the chills.

Dylan:
Mythology? It's all Greek to me. [a reference to Kevin Sorbo's role as the title character in Hercules]

Harper:
I spy with my little eye something that is-

Trance:
White ice?

Beka:
Freeze!

Rommie:
Don't move!

Trance:
Stay right there!

Harper:
Oh my God, you're hot! [holsters gun] Harper, Seamus Harper, nice to-

Beka:
Seamus!

Harper:
[reluctantly pulls gun again] What they said.

Aggio:
What are you, crazy? We're all gonna die!

Dylan:
Eventually. But not today.

Dylan:
Harper, this isn't science. It's a miracle.

Gaiton:
He who maps it, owns it.

Rommie:
It is good to be smart.

Harper:
Not to mention hot.

Harper:
I wonder if they still think they're alone in the universe.

Dylan:
If they do... then they are very, very lucky.

Rommie:
If they're such an immature society, why don't we simply reprogram them?

Beka:
Reprogram them?

Rommie:
Yes, within minutes I could update their technology by at least a thousand years.

Dylan:
[alluding to Adam Smith] Yeah, uh huh, I'm afraid that would be a bit overwhelming. It's a little hard to upgrade their hearts or their minds. Unfortunately that takes time and the guidance of an invisible hand.

Beka:
Guidance? Dylan, you make them sound like children.

Dylan:
Well they are children. [Beka looks at him] For the most part they have no idea how dangerous the universe is.

Beka:
Then it's the universe that needs to be reprogrammed.

Dylan:
Why chase a myth when there's still so much to learn about our own world?

Tori:
Well, look up there. [at the sky] Isn't the best way to learn about our world understanding its place in the universe? We have no idea whether we're alone or part of something too... remarkable and vast to even imagine.

Dylan:
Maybe we are alone. We still haven't proven that there's life out there.

Tori:
I don't need a mathematician to tell me the universe is designed for life.

Semel:
And that's where Tori and I part company. She's a hopeless romantic believing this myth that we "sprang from aliens." I rely on what's known.

Beka:
[with affection] That we're alone?

Semel:
That we have each other. That's my sense of hopeless romance.

Tyr:
[to Gaiton] I am so very sick of you and every Nietzschean like you. I'm sick of your rancid stink of failure and inferiority. I'm sick of your souls that have grown so stale.

Gaiton:
It is only a mask to hide a sweeter purpose.

Gaiton:
Oh to be all powerful, traveling slipstream in total confidence, no fear of disaster or detection. Remarkable, our people created this. The detail and beauty.. it's science, art, and poetry unified. Our people created this. And yet I can't even recognize myself.

Tyr:
There you are. There you are, reflected in the mind of Drago Musevni.

Gaiton:
How could I have convinced myself... how could I have let them convince me that he was just some rich old man?

Tyr:
He was a poet... a scholar, a magnificent warrior. He was a living god.

Gaiton:
What happened to us?

Tyr:
Time happened to us. Time changed the universe! But, Gaiton, if the ancestors could do that, you and I... we can change the universe again, if we will it. [the two characters celebrate and affirm the will to power]

[the two characters celebrate and affirm the will to power]

Dylan:
There's an old saying. "The universe is perfect. Interfere with it at your peril." I think it's better, if we wait until it reveals itself to us. And after that, adjust accordingly.

Gaiton:
Are you Neitzschean?

Tyr:
Are you an idiot?

Tyr:
They are a confederacy of idiots awash in a garbage system. They even shoot lethal garbage at each other, that's what hit us, that's all they have.

Tyr:
You're searching for water, while you're drowning in the depth of the sea. Your only love is enlightenment. Love, desire, enlightenment, revenge... these are not emotions, simply traps to ensnare your will.

Monk:
We have long ago learned to overcome our emotions.

Tyr:
But the will to overcome an emotion, is merely the will for some other emotion to triumph.

Monk:
What does this mean?!

Tyr:
Uh.. enlightenment... is not found in spiritual leaders or in [shrugs] meditation. Take care of your followers. Enlightenment will find you.

Monk:
[bows awestruck, and leaves with his brethren]

Tyr:
Anything to be rid of these clowns.

Harper:
I gotta hand it to ya, boss. Nice performance. You out-conned a con-artist. You played the love-struck captain, the zealous defender of her honor, even the betrayed friend, and still... you completely fooled her.

Dylan:
I only tricked her. I didn't fool either one of us.

Dylan:
You're telling me your name is Constantine Stark.

Stark:
[nods slightly] My troops refer to me as the Patriarch.

Dylan:
Your troops, the Templars, a guerilla army founded after the fall of the Commonwealth.

Stark:
Founded by an ancestor of mine, an Admiral Constanza Stark. You knew her, didn't you?

Stark:
In short, Captain, [we've been] fighting the battles others can't.

Dylan:
It's funny. That's usually my line.

Stark:
Yes, great minds, Captain Hunt. Great minds.

Dylan:
"The choice is yours."

Rommie:
So, is it the man's presumption that bothers you or the fact that he sounds like you?

Dylan:
I'll let you in on a little secret. Those aphorisms I like to use? "The choice is yours," for example. I learned them all from Admiral Stark.

Dylan:
Admiral Stark always said, "if your mother says she loves you, verify it."

Dylan:
You know a lot about Tyr.

Stark:
Sun Tzu - "Know thine enemy as completely as you know yourself and you will always be victorious."

Dylan:
"That's my girl."

Rommie:
"I prefer warship."

Dylan:
"I prefer girl."

[Rommie shoots and kills a Genite with a shot to the head before Dylan can react to his presence]

Dylan:
"Okay. Warship."

Stark:
[to Rommie] You're an android, right? [holds out his hand] Tell me if I'm lying.

[After hesitating, Rommie takes his hand]

Stark:
I am Admiral Constanza Stark.

Rommie:
Well, you're either telling the truth or you're a sociopath.

Genite Commander:
Intruding vessel, stand down and prepare to be boarded. You have 15 seconds to comply [breaks connection]

Tyr:
Ship, how many missiles can we fire in 15 seconds?

Andromeda (Monitor):
Approximately three-thousand six-hundred.

Tyr:
Communicate our desire to comply.

Secretary of War:
I wish I knew how to advise you, Captain. But, like I said, the Templars have friends. Invite them to the dance and we could wind up in a major Charlie Foxtrot. [Although "charlie foxtrot" in this context sounds like a kind of music or dance, the use here is ironic. Its real etymology stems from the NATO phonetic alphabet].

[Although "charlie foxtrot" in this context sounds like a kind of music or dance, the use here is ironic. Its real etymology stems from the NATO phonetic alphabet].

Andromeda (Monitor):
We have arrived in Heimdall. I'm detecting several Genite scouts within our combat radius.

Tyr:
Still licking their wounds, no doubt.

Beka:
No doubt. And I'm more than happy to dump a little salt on them. Andromeda, offensive missiles, all tubes, full load out.

Andromeda (Monitor):
Offensive missiles are approaching the Genite formation.

Beka:
Have they seen us yet?

Andromeda (Monitor):
That is uncertain.

Tyr:
The suspense is killing me.

Beka:
Oh, it's not the suspense that's gunna kill us.

Harper:
Yeah, well, the suspense already owes me a fresh pair of shorts.

Andromeda (Monitor):
The Genites have detected us. They're firing.

Beka:
Defensive missiles; PDLs on standby!

Andromeda (Monitor):
Incoming hail from the Genites.

Genite Commander:
You clearly didn't get the message the last time. I'm afraid you've left us no choice but to explain it to you-in excruciating detail.

Andromeda (Monitor):
The Genites are still with us, and more of them are inbound.

Beka:
You know, you can never have too many Genites inbound. Time to slipstream.

Andromeda (Monitor):
Awaiting your order.

Beka:
Consider yourself ordered. Let's get the hell out of here.

Harper:
You know what a High Guard avatar is? Well you're about to find out because you're on the same ship as one. You may as well save some time and kick your own asses.

Beka:
It takes a minute to find something special in a person, an hour to appreciate them, and a day to love them. But it takes an entire life to forget them.

Harper:
You know, I thought I knew you, Tyr. And it turns out all the long you've been waitin' to betray us. What did I ever do to you?

Tyr:
You made me laugh.

Harper:
No I didn't.

Tyr:
Yes, you did. Just not out loud. And I hope you get the chance to do it again.

Harper:
Yeah, well, we'll double-cross that bridge when we get to it.

Tyr:
[to Dylan] If you attempt to take the Andromeda to slipstream yes, you will destroy that planet. But you, you will be free. Alive to fight another day. It would be a very Neitzschean choice.