Travis: Honesty at last. A mark of contempt?
Servalan: Or respect. A man might see it as respect. You would have. Once.
Blake: It's not a question of sides, Vila.
Avon: No, it's a question of intelligence, so your opinion has very little relevance.
Orac: There is no rational basis for the concept you call luck.
Avon: Gung ho.
Vila: Why ask my opinion in the first place?
Cally: Actually, nobody did.
Avon: (to Vila) Unless you want your last words to be "So that's IMIPAK!
Carnell: (flirting) I don't suppose you'd care to discuss my fee at this particular point, would you?
Servalan: (flirting back) No.
Carnell: (recording; to Servalan) Oh, and one other thing, I must tell you this. You are undoubtedly the sexiest officer I have ever known.