- Pravarti Quechua: I don't think I was cut out for the family life, anyway. Staying at home with two co-wives and a dozen rugrats while some wannabe Alpha postures and preens? Shoot me now.
- Beka Valentine: Can't. Fire control's offline.
- Andromeda Ascendant: Wait, I'm detecting a Nietzschean task force. Four light minutes away and closing.
- Seamus Harper: Ten capital ships, forty fighters? Oh, great. Can I get fries with that?
- Captain Dylan Hunt: You've always been welcome to leave, Tyr, but the remains stay here, under my protection.
- Tyr Anasazi: As long as my property is safe, I'm content to leave it where it is, for now. But you hear me: someday I'll want to retrieve it.
- Captain Dylan Hunt: And when someday comes around, I might even let you. It all depends.
- Tyr Anasazi: On?
- Captain Dylan Hunt: The shape of the universe.
- Pravarti Quechua: I was hoping we could resolve this before things got nasty.
- Beka Valentine: Things got nasty when you tried to blow an unarmed ship out of the sky.
- Pravarti Quechua: Well then, I guess we'll see who's the better mechanic. Good luck to you, honestly.
- Beka Valentine: "Honestly."
- Pravarti Quechua: I've enjoyed talking to you, Beka. I won't insult you by asking for your surrender. If you want, I can relay any last messages you have for your friends or family. Is there anything that you'd like to say to them?
- Beka Valentine: Yes.
- ["Fire Control On Line"]
- Beka Valentine: I'm sorry.
- Tyr Anasazi: Well. We might let God sort them out, but someone told me he was dead
- Captain Dylan Hunt: That Nietzsche. What a comedian
- Rommie: Harper, we can't keep trading punches with them all day.
- Seamus Harper: So manoeuvre or something. Er, damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.