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Tyr Anasazi: Mine hit first.
Captain Dylan Hunt: Yours was fatter.
Tyr Anasazi: All right, well, I believe this is the place where I'd say we should forget about Rommie, and move on Harper can always build another android.
Seamus Harper: What? Are you saying we should just forget about Rommie move on and Harper can build another android?
Tyr Anasazi: Yes
Seamus Harper: Forget it Tyr. No way. Rommie's the greatest thing I've ever done even if she did almost break my hand. She's alive Tyr. Come on she's got a life. She's got as much right to life as you do.
Tyr Anasazi: All right. On the other hand I would embrace the opportunity to... uh...
Captain Dylan Hunt: To what Tyr?
Tyr Anasazi: Well, I'd like to crush these creatures into cosmic dust. I'd like to utterly and unequivocably slaughter them. I-I-I-I want to kill them all.
Dylan Hunt: On the count of three?
Tyr Anasazi: No, let's just shoot them.
Rommie: You know what I really want?
Tyr Anasazi: An avatar unencumbered by cleavage?
Tyr Anasazi: You should know by now that you can never trust any Nietzschean... except me.
Harper: The Witchhead Nebula was THE site of the climactic battle of the Nietzschean rebellion.
Tyr Anasazi: Nietzschean Tactical Offensive.
Harper: Whatever.
Tyr Anasazi: My people have a legend about the Battle of Witchhead. They say the Nietzschean fleet arrived with overwhelming numbers. Their victory seemed assured. But then, at the critical hour, the angel of death appeared and summoned forth the fires of Hell. The Nietzschean fleet was struck down, crippled, their glorious victory turned to ashes.
Beka Valentine: You knew all along?
Tyr Anasazi: I've never seen an angel before.
Tyr Anasazi: What would you like, Jaguar?
Charlemagne Bolivar: The usual. Hundreds of grandchildren, utter domination of known space and the pleasure of hearing that all of my enemies have died in terrible, highly improbable accidents that cannot be connected to me. And you?
Tyr Anasazi: [
Laughs] The usual.
Tyr Anasazi: And in exchange for your generous invitation into your family?
Charlemagne: Love, gratitude and the warm feeling that comes with making a new friend.
Tyr Anasazi: When your parents combined their DNA, the odds of them producing someone with your precise genetic pattern were ten million to one. Add in the odds of your parents meeting and bothering to procreate in the first place, and the odds of your existence are along the lines of drawing three straight Imperial Courts in an honest game of Vedran whist! If you overcame those odds once, who's to say you can't do it again?
Tyr Anasazi: I know but one person idiotic enough to try and rescue three dead men from a Magog hive.
Captain Dylan Hunt: That's me Captain Idiot. Now, I don't know about you three, but we have a ship to catch.
Andromeda Ascendant: Dylan, I'm not reading any pulses or brainwaves from the plague victims, and their bodies register at room temperature.
Tyr Anasazi: Well, that would make sense. They're corpses.
Andromeda Ascendant: Yes, the trouble is they're walking around the ship trying to kill youl.
Tyr Anasazi: [
Dylan looks at Tyr] You're surprised? That's what you get for incessently trying to help!
Dylan Hunt: The ungrateful dead.
William Ataturk: Tell me, am I a realist, or just another hopeless dreamer?
Tyr Anasazi: Aren't true Nietzschean both?
Trance Gemini: She can't tell you.
Beka Valentine: Why? Why can't I tell him?
Trance Gemini: Because if you tell him, Tyr will die.
Tyr Anasazi: Then by all means leave me in suspense.
Tyr Anasazi: I have faith in nothing but this - when the universe collapses and dies, there will be three survivors - Tyr Anasazi, the cockroaches, and Dylan Hunt trying to save the cockroaches.
Tyr Anasazi: Am I mistaken, sir, or did you just grant complete strangers unlimited access to this ship?
Captain Dylan Hunt: Why yes, I did. That way we can monitor them closely and see what they do with it. There's something not quite trust worthy about them, don't you think?
Tyr Anasazi: You occassion bouts of deviousness never fail to surprise me, Captain.
Tyr Anasazi: It's nearly impossible to defend against an assassin who's willing to die for his cause.
Dylan Hunt: Agreed. There's only one way to deal with terrorists: locate their base of operations, and destroy them.
Tyr Anasazi: I love that answer, Captain Hunt.
Tyr Anasazi: [
after regaining his memory] You're wrong. I am Tyr... Anasazi of Kodiak Pride... out of Victoria by Barborosa! And I... will never... surrender!
Tyr Anasazi: [
about a recent fight] They were playing Wagner. It's the most fun I've had in about six months.
Tyr Anasazi: Well even crippled I would much prefer to assume the offensive than instruct the crew to make peace with their various and sundry dieties!