It is learned that the Liberator’s designation is DSV-2. Presumably meaning Deep Space Vessel number 2.
Redemption, in this case, has the meaning of redeeming one’s property, as opposed to one being freed from the consequences of sin.
Blake: Orac, why won't you give us the background to that prediction?
Orac: Because that would invalidate the prediction!
Blake: And if we knew the future in detail, we could change it and so it wouldn't be the future.
Orac: Correct. That is the paradox of prediction.
Blake: How long have you been there?
Avon: I was here when you came in.
Blake: Why didn't you speak?
Avon: I had nothing in particular to say. Besides, you looked as if you were planning something you didn't want the rest of us to know about.
Blake: Do you think you could forget your superiority complex for a moment and get on with it?
Blake: How long have you known?
Avon: Oh, several hours.
Blake: And you just let the others go on working.
Avon: Well, all they had to do was ask. Perhaps in the future, they won't rely on you to provide all the answers.
Avon: I doubt it was personal, Vila.
Vila: It felt personal. It always feels personal when someone tried to kill me.
Avon: Is that all? What shall I do with the other hand?
Blake: I'll let you know.
Vila: I've got this shocking pain right behind the eyes.
Avon: Have you considered amputation?
Avon: Blake's regard for our safety is inspiring.
Vila: If it ever comes to a showdown, my money's on Blake. Well, half of it. I'll put the other half on Avon.
Blake: That is one I owe you.
Avon: Don't worry. At the right time, I will remind you of it.
Blake: There are dozens of ways the ship could destroy us. Cut off the air supply, drop the temperature so we'd freeze to death.
Vila: Stop putting ideas into its head!!
Blake: No, I don't think it wants to kill us.
Avon: Well, not yet, anyway. It's saving us for something.
Avon: If they're going to kill us, let us at least make it difficult for them.
Blake: It's nice to know that computers can have their bad days too.
(Avon and Jenna are locked in a cell)
Jenna: Perhaps we could chew our way out.
Orac: I am shutting down. I have much to do and I have engaged my circuits on your petty affairs for too long.