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Battlestar Galactica
Under The Night
Trance: "Vex Pac?"
Rev: "Your Predecessor"
Trance: "Oh, he's the guy who retired.
Didn't you say that he bought a farm?"
Harper: "THE FARM, he bought THE
farm."
Trance: "What's the difference?"
Beka: "Torn preassure suit. Bad
emergency seal."
Trance: "Oh, that IS different."
An Affirming Flame
(about Trance after she has supposedly
been killed)Rev: ". . . She was a very private
person."
Harper:"Private? She was positively
clandestant. Whenever I'd ask her about her name -
what it really was in her native language - she'd
tell me I couldn't pronounce it. And the more I'd
try to pry, the more she'd try to cover it up."
(Laughs sadly)
Rev: "In all my travels, I have
never seen or heard of a species quite like hers .
. . and now . . . I'm afraid I never will again."
Harper: "Okay, I say we kill 'em."
Rommie: ". . . And then . . . she
got better."
Harper: "That's our Trance."
Rommie: "She's done this kind of
thing before?"
Harper: "The whole coming back from
the dead thing? No, that's a new one . . . But - uh
- let's just say it's not out of character."
An Affirming Flame
Trance: "So what's it like being
a mercenary? It sounds like it'd be a really tough
job. I guess it would allow you to travel a lot which
is kind of nice, but it's not as if the locals would
be happy to see you when you arrive, and I suppose
that killing people is a very stressful way to make
a living."
Cyborg: "Would you shut up?!"
Trance: "I'm sorry, am I distracting
you? I don't mean to, it's just sometimes a find a
little casual conversation . . ."
Cyborg: "NOT. ANOTHER. WORD."
An Affirming Flame
Trance: "So what's it like being
a mercenary? It sounds like it'd be a really tough
job. I guess it would allow you to travel a lot which
is kind of nice, but it's not as if the locals would
be happy to see you when you arrive, and I suppose
that killing people is a very stressful way to make
a living."
Cyborg: "Would you shut up?!"
Trance: "I'm sorry, am I distracting
you? I don't mean to, it's just sometimes a find a
little casual conversation . . ."
Cyborg: "NOT. ANOTHER. WORD."
An Affirming Flame
Rev: "You're alive? But how?"
Trance: "Thanks to Dylan and his
ship. They saved me when everyone else had given me
up for dead. Now if you listen to them maybe they
can do the same for you."
To Loose The Fateful Lightening
Harper: "Trance?"
Trance: "I thought you might say
that."
Harper: "TRANCE! YOU'RE ALIVE! You're
alive."
Trance: "Yes well, people keep telling
me so."
To Loose The Fateful Lightening
Harper: "DON'T TOUCH IT! It's venom.
I heard about a guy, touched a fresh kill. Three days
later his guts were teaming with Magog eggs."
Dylan: "You can't get infected from
a dead Magog. That's a myth."
Harper: "I prefer to think of it
as a cautionery tale."
To Loose The Fateful Lightening
Harper: "God is good . . . You want
some? I could pour it into a spectural analyzer or
something."
Rommie: Thanks, but I prefer the logic
chips."
Harper: "I can fix that."
To Loose The Fateful Lightening
Beka: "So, are you ever gonna tell
me what you're doing locked in my ship with all the
sensors cut?"
Harper: "I can't, it's a secret."
Beka: "Harper. Come on, we're friends.
We have no secrets."
Harper: "Oh, okay. What's your natural
hair color?"
Beka: "I can't tell you, it's a
secret."
To Loose The Fateful Lightening
Harper: "Where's Tyr?"
Trance: "It's a secret."
Harper: "Harper Historical Document
1.1: How I saved the future; the autobiography of
Seamus Zelazny Harper. Now for reasons of his own,
our captain, Dylan Hunt, has decided not to interfere
in the Battle of the Witchead Nebula. Now while I
respect his decision, I do not share in his evaluation
of the situation. Therefore, I have decided to take
matters into my own hands. After blinding Andromeda's
internal sensors, I have begun to modify key systems
of her power core. These modfications, when complete,
will allow me to cause a single cataclysmic explosion
in the nebula. Note to sculptors- statues of me should
look wise. Concerned. I suggest posing me with a sodering
wand over my head like a sword. To summarize: genius,
young, somewhat good looking engineer sets trap. Nietzscheans
arrive. Nietzscheans go boom! And everybody lives
happily ever after . . . Harper out."
Angel Dark, Demon Bright
Tyr: "Don't fight the stream."
Trance "It started it!"
Angel Dark, Demon Bright
Dylan: "Beka calls you her good
luck charm." "Charm? I got us lost, wrecked
our engines and nearly killed us all."
Trance: "I'm a menace."
Angel Dark, Demon Bright
Trance: "Those are plants. Plants
are easy. You water the ones you want, you weed out
the ones you don't. Sometimes you fertilize a tree
and sometimes you prune it. But everything else -
like machines and time and space - you know it gets
really complicated sometimes."
Dylan: "Hey, I know what you mean.
I felt the same way when I took beginning Astrophysics."
Trance: "You're kidding."
Dylan: "Yes, I am."
Angel Dark, Demon Bright
Trance: "Hey Harper, what's this?"
Harper: "Uh, beats me."
Trance: "Isn't it one of your techno-widgits."
Harper (in mock innocence): "Hey,
you're right. I was wondering where that went."
Angel Dark, Demon Bright
Trance: "This is one of those really
awkward situations isn't it? Where I walked in on
you at exactly the wrong moment and I'm supposed to
pretend that nothing's really happening and you're
supposed to pretend like it's no big deal and then
when I turn to leave you kill me, right?"
Tyr: "If it is?"
Trance: "Well, then, I think it's
me duty as a friend to explain to you why I think
that would be a terrible mistake."
The Ties That Blind
Rev: " . . . a peacemaker."
Trance: "And a human, which means
patching him up is as easy as cake."
Dylan: "Easy as pie."
Trance: "Are you sure about that?
I think making pie is a lot harder than cake."
Dylan: "Just fix him Trance."
Trance: "Oh, he'll be fine. Compared
to baking, brain surgery is a snap."
Trance: "Trust me, nanobots are
much more reliable."
"Tyr, you don't mean that."
Trance: "You take that back!"
Tyr: "Why?"
Trance: "Because Dylan is our Captain
. . . because he's saved our lives dozens of times
. . . because if you don't then I'm gonna . . . hit
you!"
Tyr: "Don't forget to 'Hee-Hah'."
Angel Dark, Demon Bright
Trance: "Yah! Pow! And you know
what my favourite part was? When Andromeda pretended
she was shooting at us. Aw, it was the best part of
the trick. She made it look so real, I thought she
was gonna shoot me once or twice."
Dylan: Trance . . . that part wasn't
a trick . . ."
Trance: "Huh?"
A Rose In The Ashes
Trance: "'Founding Fathers'. You
know I've never understood that. If they founded it,
it was already there, so how can they be it's father?"
Harper: "Uh- it's complicated to
explain. Here, we'll do you . . . I . . ."
Trance: ". . . Trance Gemini . .
."
Harper: " . . . The . . . sparkly,
purple, babe . . . of . . . I still don't even know
what planet you're from."
Trance: "Oh . . . really? . . .
SO, do you think the Araziens will be supportive to
the Commonwealth in Dylan's stay?"
Harper: "What are your people called,
Trance?"
Trance: "It's not a secret or anything
. . . it's just . . . I don't think you'd be able
to pronounce it."
Harper: Well, a translation will be fine."
Trance: "Okay . . . uhm . . . it
translates as . . . exalted love machines?"
Harper: "Uh-huh, huh, huh . . .
Why do I even try?!"
A Rose In The Ashes
TRance: "So, what do you think?
Will the Araziens sign on?"
Harper: "Your guess is as good as
mine . . . actually it's probably better."
A Rose In The Ashes
TRance: "So, what do you think?
Will the Araziens sign on?"
Harper: "Your guess is as good as
mine . . . actually it's probably better."
Harper: "There's gotta be hundreds
of prison planets."
Rommie: "348 to be exact."
Trance: "Really . . . what about
that one."
Beka: "Why? Why that one?"
Trance: "Well, it's . . . pretty."
Tyr: "It's pretty? Now there's a
solid reason to risk our lives."
Harper: "You have a better idea?"
Tyr: "No.
A Rose In The Ashes
Dylan: "I understand that you were
the one that found us. You know, that's a million
to one shot."
Trance: "Um, no. It was only 1 in
348."
Dylan: "Is that all . . ."
The Pearls That Were His Eyes
Dylan: "'Don't worry, I'll look
after her . . . Love, Trance."
Hapre: "So?"
Dylan: "So, now I'm worried."
Harper: "They're both big girls,
thay can take care of themselves. Besides, we have
plenty to worry about right here."
The Pearls That Were His Eyes
Harper: "Okay, I can get most of
this stuff. But we'll have to rig for a fast getaway."
Rev: "Harper!"
Dylan: "Harper. We're not gonna
steal anything."
Rev: "Thank you."
The Pearls That Were His Eyes
Rommie: "That's ceremonial china
from the Than Ambassador."
Harper: "Really! Sounds like a spool
of super conductor wire to me."
Rev: "Perhaps you should not watch
this."
Rommie: "If I don't keep my eyes
open, he'll probably sell them."
Harper: "Rommie, Rommie. Would I
hurt you?"
The Pearls That Were His Eyes
Harper: "Mail call!"
Harper: "It's already here, curtesy
of your friendly neighbourhood travelers aide. But
I don't know why you're so excited. It's always bills
for Beka or epistols from Rev Bems spiritual penpals.
All you and I ever get is junk."
Harper: "I know. And it's so great,
because you can buy your own moon, or you can make
millions without ever leaving the comfort of your
own home world."
The Pearls That Were His Eyes
Trance: "Watch the tail!"
Bully: "You know, grapes my favorite
flavour."
Trance: "Beka? Are they cannibals?"
The Pearls That Were His Eyes
Sid/Sam Profit: "I hear Rucker has
great hands."
Trance: "Oh yeah? What's so great
about them?"
Beka: "Trance, DO NOT let him buy
you off with a back rub . . . this is Sam Profit we
are dealing with."
Trance: "I think you're just cranky
from the gravity. Why don't you just think of it as
a way of decreasing his corporate resources. Now,
let's start with the tail . . ."
The Pearls That Were His Eyes
Trance: "Oh yes, to Uncle Sid!"
Beka: "To Uncle Sid! You know Trance,
what I could do with 10 million gilders?"
Trance: "Oh, you could buy lots
of drinks with umbrellas in them."
The Pearls That Were His Eyes
Trance: "You know, I think he's
kinda sweet."
Beka: You know, you shouldn't drink,
it impairs your judgement."
Trance: "I'm still trying to figure
out this whole poisoning yourself for fun thing, I
think I like it."
The Mathematics Of Tears
Beka: "Once a century . . . Wow.
. . .they get less action then you, Harper."
Haper: "Ha ha ha . . . No they don't."
The Mathematics Of Tears
Harper: "Yeah, uh, Dutch . . . this
is all a lot of fun and everything, but if we don't
at least try to fix the slip stream drive, Dylan will
kill me."
Dutch: "You are a stubborn Lad,
aren't you?"
Harper: "Yeah, it's one of my uh,
say, charming qualities."
The Mathematics Of Tears
Dylan: "We need to get out of here."
Harper: "Yeah, tell me something
I don't know."
Harper 2.0
Beka: "Don't just stand there .
. . open it."
Harper: "What?! No! You open it."
Harper 2.0
Dylan: "Why do you think he attacked
you?"
Harper: "Jealous of my good looks
maybe?"
Harper 2.0
Harper: "Jeager wants to clock me.
I don't wanna be a bullseye on your butt."
Beka: "Dammit Harper, you're gonna
get yourself killed. And by the way, that's MY ship
you're steering into oblivion, so get your skinny
ass back to the hangar deck, NOW!"
Harper: "Oh, now don't get all sentimental
on me boss."
Harper 2.0
Harper: "So, is this the part where
you explain to me your diabolical plan?"
Jeager: "No. This is the part where
open your skull and extract your database by force."
Harper: "Oh. Uh- will it hurt?"
Harper 2.0
Harper: "Have I ever told you how
beautiful you are?"
Beka: "Don't start with me Seamus!"
Harper 2.0
Trance: "Harper's brain is holding
too much information. It's dangerous . . . for him."
Harper: "I'd have to concur with,
uh, Madame Violete there."
Harper 2.0
Trance: "I have never seen anything
like it."
Harper: "I could say the same about
you Trance. Why don't we do you next?"
Beka: "Knock it off, Harper. This
is about you."
Harper: "Me? No. Why me? She's much
more interesting. An enigma. Wrapped up in a riddle
with a tail in the middle."
Trance: "It's alright, I forgive
you."
Forced Perspective
Trance: ". . . it's water."
Dylan: "How?"
Trance: "How? Well, when two hydrogen
atoms love each other very much, they bond with an
oxygen atom . . ."
Dylan: "No! How did you find me?"
Trance: "Oh, that was easy. I had
. . . this."
Dylan: "You found me with a button?"
Trance: "Yeah. Didn't Beka tell
you what I used to do before I joined the crew?"
Dylan: "I take it you weren't always
an enviromental systems officer?"
Trance: "No, I had all sorts of
jobs. The one I was really good at was, well, finding
things."
Dylan: "Finding things?"
Trance: "Yeah, you know . . . First
I would find things, and then . . . I would take them
and give them to people who wanted them."
Dylan: "You were a thief?!"
Trance: "No. Thieves have bad intentions.
I never do."
Dylan: "Oh."
Trance: "But, I am going to steal
you now, so lets get out of here."
Forced Perspective
Dylan: "I thought you said it was
all clear?"
Trance: "It was THEN!"
Forced Perspective
Dylan: "That's Vinitree."
Trance: "You're kidding!!! . . .
Who's Vinitree?"
Forced Perspective
Dylan: "Precognition! You can see
the future, can't you?"
TRance: "That depends . . ."
Dylan: "On what?"
Trance: "Well, there are all kinds
of futures. . . I can . . . a-anyone can foresee any
number of possibilities, all of which are constantly
diverging. Contingency's arise, imparitives vanish
and all the while we tread our way through chaotic
uncertainty, never knowing which of hundreds of possible
realities we could find ourselves in and . . ."
Dylan: "Trance! . . . Which way?"
Trance: "Left."
Dylan: "Thank you."
Forced Perspective
Dylan: "You picked wrong!"
Tance: "Yeah, I did. But that's
the thing about guessing. 90% of the time it's 50/50."
Dylan: "Uh-huh. Guess again!"
Sum Of Its Parts
Harper: "Exactly . . . My hands."
HG: "You are like a slow directing
intellegence unit."
Harper: "Ookay . . . I'll take that
as a compliment."
Sum Of Its Parts
HG: "What does this do?"
Trance: "This . . . um, doesn't
do anything . . . not really."
Harper: "Not yet"
Trance: "Harper's still putting
it together."
Harper: "Yeah, you know . . . for-
um- fun?"
Sum Of Its Parts
HG: "A world without controlling
logic."
Trance: "Well, we like it."
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