Laura Bertram nel ruolo di...
Trance Gemini
- Trance Gemini: What does a Nietzschean mother hope for her son when she names him Gengis Stalin?
- Andromeda: He's said to be a delightful conversationalist.
- Dylan Hunt: [to Trance, in combat] Any words of wisdom?
- Trance Gemini: Um, always be nice to your parents.
- Dylan Hunt: Sound advice.
- Trance Gemini: And they even have a guild devoted entirely to the art of abdomen dancing.
- Dylan Hunt: Trance, that's Iridano sign language, and I think you just made a rather naughty suggestion to Harper.
- Trance Gemini: Oh, well, fair is fair. Harper made a rather naughty suggestion to nearly half the women there at the reception. Without success, I might add.
- Trance Gemini: Scared money walks, sweet sugar action talks!
- [Dylan looks at her strangely]
- Trance Gemini: I-I heard it in a casino.
- Trance Gemini: Goodbye Andromeda. Goodbye to your comforts... Your joys... Your sheltering arms. Goodbye Maru... Rhade... Harper... Beka... Rommie... Goodbye... Dylan...
- Rommie: Terminating conversation.
- Trance Gemini: Andromeda? Andromeda!
- Unknown narrator: Have you come home from your journey? Have you come home from your path? Dream, dear one... dream.
- Trance Gemini: Y'know, since we've got a little bit of time here, we might as well find a good way to spend it. I know! I've got this really great game. It's called "Harper tells Trance everything, so she can save his miserable little life." Would you like to play?
- Harper: I hate you.
- Trance Gemini: You're just saying that.
- Seamus Harper: How do they mate? How do they date? I mean, come on, love is just a bunch of exaggerations 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 Gemini: Harper, you're a born romantic.
- Seamus Harper: Sometimes there are flowers.
- Beka Valentine: Wait, let me guess. You want me to fly the Maru into the teeth of what amounts to an interstellar hurricane just so that I can shut down yet another Seamus Harper science experiment thereby saving all of our butts from certain doom.
- Dylan Hunt: Emphasis on doom.
- Beka Valentine: Copy that. Oh, do me a favor - tell Harper that when I get back, I will be fitting him with a self-kicking butt. Should save us a lot of trouble in the future. Maru out!
- Trance Gemini: Is there something wrong with Harper's butt?
- Trance Gemini: You know, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Although, I don't know why you'd want to catch flies. They're actually quite dirty little things.
- Harper: Do you believe in ghosts?
- Trance Gemini: I don't believe that there couldn't be ghosts.
- Harper: Oh great. In lieu of a parachute, here's a hanky.
- Dylan Hunt: Didn't I tell you to stay in command deck?
- Trance Gemini: Yes.
- Dylan Hunt: Thank you for completely disobeying me.