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Roj Blake (Character)
from "Blakes 7" (1978)

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"Blakes 7: Redemption (#2.1)" (1979)
Roj Blake: Orac, why won't you give us the background to that prediction?
Orac: Because that would invalidate the prediction.
Roj 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.

Roj Blake: All right, Zen, standby to run it *again*, at *half* speed.
Zen: Confirmed.
Avon: Slow or fast, it will still look the same.
Roj Blake: How long have you been there?
Avon: I was here when you came in.
Roj Blake: Why didn't you speak?
Avon: I had nothing in particular to say. Besides, you looked as though you were planning something you didn't want the rest of us to know about.

Roj Blake: Do you think you could forget your superiority complex for a moment and get on with it?
Avon: All right. But first of all, let us examine the nature of prediction. The human mind is capable of seeing into the short-range future with reasonable accuracy. For example, imagine that you are standing on the edge of a cliff.
Roj Blake: As long as you're not standing behind me.
Avon: [pauses] There are a *number* of alternative futures: you could take a pace forward and plunge to your death; the cliff could crumble under your feet - with the same result; a gust of wind could carry you over...
Roj Blake: All right, all right, yes. But the probability is that I would turn 'round and walk away again.
Avon: Exactly. You have just made a prediction based on the known facts. A computer works on precisely the same principle.
Roj Blake: But all you're saying is that prediction is not immutable fact.
Avon: Right. If you hadn't gone near the cliff in the first place, you wouldn't have had to face any of the inherent dangers.

Roj Blake: Uh, how long have you known?
Avon: Oh, several hours.
Roj Blake: And you just let the others go on worrying?
Avon: Well, all they had to do was ask. Perhaps in future, they won't rely on you to provide all the answers.

Avon: [Quickly and impatiently:] Blake, what I'm doing is vitally concerned with our survival. Are you prepared to take responsibility for what happens if I delay?
Roj Blake: Don't I always? Now just get down here!
Avon: Anything you say.
Roj Blake: And Avon, don't come crashing in; *gently* as you open the door.
Avon: Blake's regard for our safety is inspiring, don't you think?

[Avon has just saved Blake from being electrocuted, narrowly avoiding the same fate himself]
Roj Blake: That is one I owe you.
Avon: Don't worry. At the right time, I will remind you of it.

Roj Blake: No one is to attempt to repair any equipment 'til the computers are back under our control.
Jenna Stannis: What is it, Blake? What's going on?
Roj Blake: Well, the computers seem to be making decisions for themselves. They're resisting all interference.
Jenna Stannis: But that's not possible.
Roj Blake: [Motions to Avon] Avon.
Avon: It is if you think of the ship as a living entity with massive networks of electronics acting as a nervous system.
Jenna Stannis: All linked into a central computer.
Roj Blake: The brain.
Avon: Carry the analogy a stage further: when a living creature is hurt - a cut or a wound - antibodies gather around the injury to repair it and to fight infection.
Vila: You mean the computers are treating us like *germs*!
Avon: [Smiles briefly at Blake:] Crude, but accurate.
Cally: But antibodies kill infection. Why are we still alive?
Roj Blake: We're not sure. There are dozens of ways the ship could destroy us: cut off the air supply, drop the temperature so we freeze to death -
Vila: Stop putting ideas into its head!
Roj Blake: [to Avon:] Actually, one touch of that cable would have done it. No, I don't think it wants to kill us.
Avon: Well, not yet, anyway. It's saving us for something.
Vila: Dinner?

Avon: Now then, Orac. Are you going to function or are you not?
Orac: All principal circuits are operating at full capacity and cannot receive new programs at this time.
Roj Blake: Well, *clear* the circuits! This is priority!
Orac: Circuit clearance and reprogramming will take precisely one hour and thirty-seven point nine seconds.
Roj Blake: That could be just a little late.
Orac: [Testily:] State your program requirements; they will be implemented when capacity is available.

Alta One/The System: State the circumstance by which you came to be aboard Deep Space Vehicle Two.
Roj Blake: We call it The Liberator. It was found abandoned and drifting in space. I was part of a crew that was put on board.
Alta One/The System: State the astral location in which you found DSV II.
Roj Blake: I don't know it. My nearest point of reference is a Federation prison planet called Cygnus Alpha.
Alta One/The System: State any further information you have regarding DSV II.
Roj Blake: We assume it had been in a space battle.
[Alta One's interface globe to The System starts to emit smoke]
Alta One/The System: State any further information you have regarding - regarding - regarding -
Alta Two: Circuitry disturbances are continuing. An outside influence has been analyzed.
Alta One: We will resume the questioning when the disturbance has been rectified.

Roj Blake: It's nice to know that computers can have their bad days, too.
Alta One: The System is infallible!

[the ship explodes precisely as Orac predicted - the *other* ship]
Roj Blake: Vila, did you fire?
Vila: No.
Roj Blake: Then what happened?

"Blakes 7: Time Squad (#1.4)" (1978)
Blake: Zen, report status.
Zen: Liberator is stationary and is stabilized in an anti-orbital posture.
Vila: Whatever that means.
Blake: It means we got it right.
Jenna: Together we can fly this ship manually.
Gan: I think we make a good team.
Avon: [sardonic] Well hooray for us.

Roj Blake: Up until now we've only been a minor irritation to the Federation. I think it's about time we hurt them.
Jenna Stannis: I don't like the sound of that.
Kerr Avon: Neither do I. I thought it was agreed we wouldn't do anything without discussing it thoroughly.
Roj Blake: True. It was also agreed that anybody could opt out at any time. Just tell me when you want to leave.
Kerr Avon: Oh, I will. But in the meantime I think we have a right to know what it is you're planning.
Roj Blake: Zen, set a course for Saurian Major, speed standard by two.
Zen: Speed and course confirmed.
Kerr Avon: That falls a little short of my idea of a thorough discussion.

Roj Blake: They've built a vast transceiver complex there. All Federation signals and navigation controls are beamed into Saurian Major, boosted and redirected. It's a vital nerve center in the Federation space control system. Destroy that, and you blind, deafen and silence them. That's what we're going to do.
Kerr Avon: A blow for freedom.
Olag Gan: Yes, our freedom. For a clever man you're not very bright. Deaf, dumb and blind how are they going to catch us?
Kerr Avon: I'm sure Blake will manage it somehow.

Roj Blake: Some species even have an intelligence rating.
Vila Restal: That's a comfort. I should hate to be eaten by something stupid!

Vila: So much for federation pursuit ships.
Gan: At least we know we can outrun them.
Vila: Outrun them? In this we can out stroll them.
Blake: Don't get too relaxed about it. They'll keep on coming.
Vila: We have the whole universe to hide in.
Blake: Except that we're not going to hide. Very soon now the Federation ships will know exactly where we are. Or at least, where we've been.
Vila: [somewhat confused] I don't follow you.
Avon: Oh, but you do. And that's the problem!

[looking around Saurian Major]
Blake: You have to be careful of the plant life around here. Some of it's carnivorous. Some species even have an intelligence rating.
Vila: That's a comfort. I should hate to be eaten by something stupid.

[as Blake is trying to convince Cally he's not Federation, she hears a noise nearby and spins around with her gun leveled]
Cally: Out!
[Vila emerges and comes down towards them, hands raised]
Vila: No need for belligerence, pretty lady. I'm harmless! Quick, isn't she?
Cally: Is he one of your crew?
Blake: One of them.
Avon: [out of sight] And he's useless as he said.
[Avon appears from behind cover and walks towards the others]
Avon: I've had a gun on you the whole time. You were dead as soon as you broke cover.
Vila: "Harmless" was the word I used.
Avon: You couldn't even get that right.

[after Cally explains how the rest of the resistance on Saurian Major were killed]
Blake: You've been working alone ever since.
Cally: My work was in communications, but there will be companions for my death. I plan to raid the complex. To destroy until I am destroyed.
Blake: Well, our aim's the same, but I wasn't planning a suicide mission.
Vila: I should hope not!

"Blakes 7: Blake (#4.13)" (1981)
Blake: Where did you get that gun?
Arlen: I won it in a lottery. What do you care?

[Blake is flying Tarrant back to base]
Tarrant: A random program.
Blake: It's an old smuggler's trick.
Tarrant: Did you learn it from an old smuggler?
Blake: No, from a young one, actually. Her name was Jenna.
Tarrant: What happened to her?
Blake: She tried to run the blockade once too often. Happens to all of them eventually.
Tarrant: You made the capture?
Blake: Nobody made the capture. She hit the self-destruct. And when it blew, she took half a squadron of gunships with her.

Deva: Well, now, bounty hunter, that was a short trip even by your standards.
Blake: Short, but profitable.
[Blake grabs Tarrant's gun]
Blake: Even by my standards.
Tarrant: Was it something I said?

Blake: His name is Tarrant.
Blake: [to Tarrant] Your flight computer mentioned it whilst you were unconscious.
Deva: Tarrant...
Blake: No, I wouldn't run it through the computer just yet, Deva. You see, this one has a very high Federation price on his head.
Deva: Are you sure?
Tarrant: Oh, give the man credit for knowing his trade, dirty though it is.
Blake: He also has several associates with Federation prices, and one of them is particularly valuable.
Tarrant: And all of them are particularly dead.
Blake: In which case, that other flier was merely a coincidence. A coincidence, however, that might just have analyzed a random flight program?
Deva: And the significance of that is...?
Blake: A very useful device called Orac. Why don't you sit down, Tarrant? If it is Avon, we shouldn't have much longer to wait.
Deva: [repeating back to Tarrant] "Give the man credit for knowing his trade."

Tarrant: What on earth happened to you?
Blake: Oh, most of it wasn't on Earth, Tarrant. Not what happened to me.

Deva: These stupid games you insist on playing, Blake, will get someone killed eventually.
Blake: I have to test each one myself.
Deva: No, you don't have to! I set up systems for that. I broke the security codes on their central computer. I got us access to official channels, information, everything we could possibly need! You don't need to be involved at all.
Blake: All right, I find it difficult to trust. It's a failing, I admit...
Deva: And any one of our people could select the people you've collected. You don't need to do the bounty hunter routine, either!
Blake: Indulge me.
Deva: Do I have a choice?
Blake: Oh, there's always a choice, Deva.
Deva: Not for me, there isn't. I said I'd follow you, and I will, until the Federation's finally destroyed.

[Blake enters the tracking room and comes face to face with Avon and the others]
Tarrant: Is it him?
Vila: It's him.
Tarrant: He sold us, Avon. All of us. Even you.
[Avon lowers the gun and approaches Blake]
Avon: [horrified] Is it true?
Blake: Avon, it's me, Blake.
Avon: Stand still!
[Blake stops]
Avon: Have you betrayed us? Have YOU... betrayed... ME?
Blake: Tarrant doesn't understand!
Avon: Neither do I, Blake!
Blake: I set all this up!
Avon: [stunned] Yes!
Blake: [walking towards Avon again] Avon, I was waiting for YOU!
[Avon shoots Blake, who staggers forward and grabs onto Avon's shoulders]
Blake: Oh... Avon...
[Blake collapses, dead]

"Blakes 7: The Web (#1.5)" (1978)
[last lines]
Avon: I'll tell you a fact of life, Blake. Change is inevitable.
Blake: Why else do we fight, Avon?

[Avon has just saved Blake's life]
Blake: Thank you. Why?
Avon: Automatic reaction. I'm as surprised about it as you are.

Blake: Zen, how are the repairs going?
Zen: They are proceeding on schedule.
Blake: What caused the malfunction?
Blake: Well?
Zen: Involvement is not permitted.
Blake: If the ship's blown up, lofty disinterest won't save you.

Zen: Repair monitors report explosive device attached to primary power channel.
Blake: Where?
Zen: Hold three, access duct seven.
Blake: Well can the automatics neutralize it?
Zen: No.
Blake: Why not?
Zen: There is no damage.
Avon: Computer logic. Until the bomb explodes there is nothing for the repair system to repair. Zen, can you reprogram the automatics?
Zen: Preemptive interference in crew activity is forbidden.
Blake: [running for passageway] Oh, he'll clear up after us, but he won't stop us making a mess.
Avon: [moves to follow him] *You* made *this* mess.
Jenna Stannis: We're all in it, Avon.
Avon: [over his shoulder from the passageway] Yes, aren't we!

Blake: Vila.
Vila Restal: Yes.
Blake: It's time to use the neutron blasters.
Vila Restal: At last. I've been looking forward to this.
Blake: Take it easy. It might blow us all up. See if you can blast a hole through that web. Fire!
[Vila presses a button to fire. An alarm sounds]
Zen: Neutron flare shield has not been activated.
Vila Restal: Which one's that?
Blake: [angrily to Zen:] *Activate* the neutron flare shield!
[Alarm stops. A parallel hatch pattern overlays the main screen]
Zen: Confirmed. Blasters are cleared for firing.

[Blake whirls around and levels his gun at a lone Decima that has snuck up behind him]
Blake: Keep back.
Decima: Help us. Help us, please.

Zen: Limited range forward vision is available should you require it.
Vila Restal: Why couldn't you tell us that before?
Blake: Put up forward vision.

"Blakes 7: Countdown (#2.9)" (1979)
Roj Blake: I'd rather not meet anyone until we get the geography of this place sorted out. Men fresh from a battle tend to be a little trigger happy.
Vila Restal: Trigger happy?
Kerr Avon: It would be stupid to be shot up by our own allies.
Vila Restal: Not only stupid. Painful.

Roj Blake: Typical Federation policy: things are more important than people.

Roj Blake: If it is not important, then why did his name have such a strong effect upon you?
Kerr Avon: Because the Del Grant that *I* knew said that if we ever met again, he would kill me.

Vila Restal: I've done it! I think I've done it. I've isolated the identification sensors. It's straight combination now. Watch this: it should open like a dream.
[the safe opens with an explosion]
Roj Blake: [Coughs] More like a nightmare.

Kerr Avon: Hello, Del. It's been a long time.
Del Grant: I heard you were dead.
Kerr Avon: I heard the same about you. Wishful thinking perhaps.
Del Grant: I'm glad the stories were wrong. I felt cheated. We have some things to settle.
Roj Blake: You two can talk about the old days some other time. Right now we have a problem that's just a little more pressing.

[last lines]
Roj Blake: Are you going to tell me about Anna?
Kerr Avon: You wouldn't understand.
Roj Blake: Wouldn't I?
Kerr Avon: I doubt it.

Vila Restal: Blake, look!
Roj Blake: What is it?
Vila Restal: There's a sliding section in the roof. They're launch doors.
[Vila turns a control. The lights dim and the doors slide open with a continuous whirring noise, revealing the night sky. Vila turns the control back and the doors slide shut again, just as slowly and noisily. The lights come up]
Roj Blake: [sternly to Vila] Why don't you do that again? Maybe they didn't hear you!
[Blake and Avon exit]
Vila Restal: Wait for me!

"Blakes 7: Star One (#2.13)" (1979)
Blake: I meant what I said on Goth, Avon. We are not going to use Star One to rule the Federation, we are going to destroy it.
Avon: I never doubted that. I never doubted your fanaticism. As far as I am concerned you can destroy whatever you like. You can stir up a thousand revolutions, you can wade in blood up to your armpits. Oh, and you can lead the rabble to victory, whatever that might mean. Just so long as there is an end to it. When Star One is gone it is finished, Blake. And I want it finished. I want it over and done with. I want to be free.
Cally: But you are free now, Avon.
Avon: [glaring at Blake] I want to be free of *him*.
Blake: I never realized. You really do hate me, don't you?

[the Liberator has entered orbit around Star One]
Blake: Maximum scan, Cally. Look for anything unusual or out of place, sudden temperature variation, anything. They're bound to have left some clue as to where they put that installation.
Blake: A door would be nice if you could manage it.
Cally: [glaring at Blake] I'll do my best.
Blake: Preferably one marked 'Entrance'.
Cally: [ignoring Blake] Ready on the scan, Jenna.

Avon: I have been doing some calculations, if this is Star One...
Blake: *If* it is?
Avon: First catch your computer, but all right it probably is, and that being the case the choice of location is fascinating.
Blake: I'm glad you're enjoying it.
Avon: The nearest large galaxy to our own is Andromeda.
Blake: So?
Avon: So, this is the nearest point to Andromeda. If anyone could cross intergalactic space in less than a lifetime we are now precisely upon the route that they would take.
Blake: What are you trying to say, Avon?
Avon: I directed the detectors toward the Andromeda galaxy. There are thousands of satellite generators out there, *beyond* Star One.
Blake: [shocked] What?
Avon: Even with the Federation's resources it must have taken them years.
Blake: [checking the readout] That must be the biggest antimatter minefield ever put together!
Vila: Minefield, what minefield?
Avon: Perhaps the intergalactic drive has been developed. The question is, by whom?
Blake: A defense zone to keep mankind in, or something else out.

[outside the entrance to the base]
Blake: One door.
Cally: As requested.
Blake: Well done, Cally.
Avon: It isn't marked 'Entrance'.
Cally: Nobody's perfect.

[Stot thinks that Blake is Travis]
Stot: May I ask you an impertinent question?
Blake: If you don't mind an impertinent answer.
Stot: I have taken on the shape of your species. I use your words, and yet I cannot understand you. The woman Lurena and the other technicians that were here, these I could understand. But you. Why have you betrayed your own kind? Why have you given us the means to eradicate your species?
Blake: [confused] Eradicate humanity?
Stot: Virtually.
Blake: Well maybe I just don't like crowds.

[as Liberator steers to engage the alien fleet, a wounded Blake appears on the flight deck]
Avon: Why didn't you stay in the medical unit? Couldn't you bring yourself to trust me just this once?
Blake: I thought I might be able to help.
Avon: In that condition?
Blake: All right I'll go back.
Avon: Can you manage, alone?
Blake: Yes. Avon, for what it is worth, I have always trusted you, from the very beginning.

Stot: [about Cally] Who is this woman?
Blake: She is my mother.

"Blakes 7: Killer (#2.7)" (1979)
Dr. Bellfriar: So you really do teleport, do you?
Blake: Over short distances, yes.
Dr. Bellfriar: Well, of course, the theory's as old as physics, but I didn't know it had been cracked yet.
Blake: Liberator's a very advanced ship. Of course, you have to know the surface conditions, otherwise teleporting's a bit like a jump in the dark. You're quite liable to surface in a fission reactor.
Dr. Bellfriar: Not a mistake you could learn by, really.

Blake: I think they should be warned.
Jenna Stannis: What about?
Blake: There's life aboard.
Jenna Stannis: Blake, that is a Federation base down there. The salvagers are manned by Federation personnel.
Blake: They're human.
Jenna Stannis: I need proof of that.

Dr. Bellfriar: And just who are you?
Blake: Well, according to the Federation, I'm a political criminal. You may have heard of me. My name is Blake.
Dr. Bellfriar: Yes, but then we're absentminded scientists, you see. In fact, we've forgotten your name already. Haven't we, Gambrill?
Gambrill: Whose name, sir?

Dr. Bellfriar: Everyone who's been into deep space has had the Terran ague, or the three-day sweats as it's commonly known as. It's a sort of a mild infection, it slightly alters the body's nucleic structure, it seems to be a metabolic reaction to space travel. Well this new virus, Paratype 926, attacks those altered cells and acts as a catalyst, they burst and, well the effects are literally a series of explosions that race through the body's neural cell structure. The virus is easily cultured in human tissue or in nucleic acid solution. Now, here is the formula for the antiserum...
Blake: [On Liberator] Dr. Bellfriar, are you saying that this virus is only effective against human beings who've been in deep space?
Dr. Bellfriar: Precisely. It fits your theory. But I don't think that the virus was designed to *destroy* man, merely to confine him to his own planet. Now here is the formula.
Blake: Go ahead.
Dr. Bellfriar: H-N, H-N-O... oh my God!
Blake: Dr. Bellfriar! Dr. Bellfriar!
Dr. Bellfriar: I've forgotten how to read.
[Dr. Bellfriar looks at his hands. They're covered in blisters. He groans and covers his face]
Blake: Transmission ends.
Vila: *Fosforon* ends.
Cally: It's no joke, Vila.

[Last lines of episode]
Blake: Cally, Jenna, get the ship moving. I'm going to put out a plague warning.
Avon: [incensed] Are you crazy?
Blake: I've got to warn all traffic to stay away from Fosforon until that virus burns itself out.
Avon: Listen, Blake: Servalan is on her way here. She lands on Fosforon, she gets the plague, she's off our backs for good! You *cannot* put out a warning!
Blake: Suppose some of them don't die. Suppose some of them get off in a ship. That plague goes out to all the galaxies, *millions* will die because of it! *That* is the one responsibility that I will *not* take!
[Blake turns to address the Liberator's computer. Avon stews a moment over the rebuff]
Blake: Zen, I want to put a plague warning transmitter into orbit 'round Fosforon. Then set a course for the constellation Sauros; speed: standard by ten.
Zen: Confirmed.
[FX shot of Liberator slowly turning with deep space freighter The London docked with it, standing in for the plague beacon]
Blake: There has to be a warning, Jenna. There has to be.
[Jenna starts to say something, then simply nods in agreement. Liberator leaves orbit]

Gambrill: Well, you said this base was full of psychotics, you wait 'til you hear this one.
Dr. Bellfriar: What exactly is that supposed to mean?
Blake: I told him I teleported here. He didn't believe me.
Dr. Bellfriar: Well, Gambrill's like that, I'm afraid. Lacks faith.
Blake: Defined as the capacity to believe what you know isn't true?

"Blakes 7: Shadow (#2.2)" (1979)
Roj Blake: Any luck?
Olag Gan: Can't find Orac. Even tried calling his name.
Kerr Avon: Oh, I'm sorry I missed that. It's the kind of natural stupidity no amount of training could ever hope to match.
Roj Blake: You found Orac?
Kerr Avon: No, but then I never really expected to. It is one of Vila's more elaborate practical jokes.

Roj Blake: We chose the wrong approach, that's all.
Olag Gan: Is that all? I thought maybe we'd chosen the wrong people to get involved with.
Kerr Avon: "*We* chose the wrong approach"?
Roj Blake: *I* chose the wrong approach. Does it matter?
Kerr Avon: Yes, it does.
Roj Blake: All right, Avon. You were right and I was wrong. You said persuasion wouldn't work and it didn't. So now we use force.
Kerr Avon: Force? Yes, of course. Law makers, law breakers, let us fight them all. Why not?

Kerr Avon: When the Federation introduced the death penalty for possession, the President described Shadow as "the greatest single threat to the welfare of mankind."
Roj Blake: Don't tell me you agree with Gan.
Kerr Avon: No, no, no. I'm just... interested. It seems to me that we have identified the source of that threat rather easily.
Roj Blake: So why haven't they?
Kerr Avon: Exactly.
Roj Blake: Maybe we're about to find out.
Kerr Avon: Maybe we already know.

Vila Restal: Where are all the good guys?
Roj Blake: You could be looking at them.
Kerr Avon: What a very depressing thought.

Jenna Stannis: I think we've outstayed our welcome.
Roj Blake: [into bracelet] All right, Cally. We're ready to come across.
[Gan and Avon join Blake and Jenna in a cluster for teleportation. Avon still holds a gun on Bek and Hanna]
Bek: We'll come with you.
Roj Blake: [pause] I'm sorry.
Bek: "Sorry"? Polite but inadequate.
Bek: [raises his gun] We can't stay here, so you're not going to leave without us.
[Bek and Hanna are stunned as Blake, Avon, Jenna, and Gan are teleported away]
Hanna: I think they went without us.
Bek: There's gratitude for you.
Hanna: "Gratitude"! You point a gun at them and expect gratitude?
Hanna: [indicates Largo on the floor] Maybe we could use him as a hostage?
Bek: Him? After his foul-up you won't get a drink of water in exchange for him.
[Bek aims gun at Largo]
Roj Blake: [rematerializes with two extra bracelets] I changed my mind.
Bek: Why?
Hanna: Do we care?
Roj Blake: [hands them the bracelets] Put these on.
Bek: What's in it for you?
Roj Blake: You can help me with one of my crew. His name's Vila and he's suffering from a bad attack of alcoholic remorse.
Roj Blake: [into bracelet] All right, Cally.
Roj Blake: [to Bek and Hanna] He wants to make a necklace of his teeth.
[they are teleported away]

[after reports of failing to find Orac, as hidden by Vila who is incapacitated by excessive alcohol consumption]
Roj Blake: Talking of Vila, how long before he comes round?
Bek: Oh, several hours. And he won't feel much like laughing when he does.
Roj Blake: [coldly] Oh, I'll guarantee that.

"Blakes 7: Weapon (#2.3)" (1979)
Kerr Avon: It is a triple-A security installation.
Vila Restal: We have got into those before.
Kerr Avon: Usually with your screams of protest ringing in our ears. Are you telling me that you're in favor of this idea?
Vila Restal: No, not exactly, I just don't think it's stupid. Perhaps - maybe I'm on your side, Cally.
Roj Blake: It's not a question of sides, Vila.
Kerr Avon: No, it's a question of intelligence, so your opinion has very little relevance.

Olag Gan: [entering carrying Orac] Here we are. He wasn't very happy at being interrupted.
Roj Blake: I'll apologize later. Orac, your information on the Weapons Development Base is unsatisfactory.
Orac: Define "unsatisfactory".
Roj Blake: I was about to. Your strategic computations start from the premise that the base is on maximum security alert.
Orac: Computer communications traffic indicates that it is.
Jenna Stannis: Not permanently?
Orac: It is not a practice drill.
Cally: So what is it?
Orac: Clearly, some occurrence which is a real or apparent threat.
Jenna Stannis: Thank you, Orac. I'm sure we'd have never worked that out for ourselves.
Orac: It is therefore the case that security in the immediate future will be sensitive and alert.
Roj Blake: A fact to be included in strategic computations. Moral:
Kerr Avon: Never argue with a computer.
Roj Blake: Right.

Jenna Stannis: We're below horizon now.
Olag Gan: Then she's lost!
Kerr Avon: Only us. She got what she really wanted.
Vila Restal: I thought that *was* us.
Roj Blake: IMIPAK. And she beat us to that all right. She seemed to know every single move we were making. It's almost as if we were on strings and she was the puppeteer.
Cally: What is IMIPAK? Is there a defense against it?
Zen: Detectors report two Federation pursuit ships leaving stationary orbit on intercept course.
Roj Blake: Take us out of here, Jenna. Speed: standard by eight. I want a lot of space between us and that planet.
Olag Gan: [to Avon] Is there a defense against IMIPAK?
Kerr Avon: Of course there is! It's called slavery!

Jenna Stannis: Maybe IMIPAK is another Orac. If we captured it, perhaps we could breed from them.
Roj Blake: What a disgusting idea.

Roj Blake: [draws on the main screen by remote] Zen's best guess is that he's here. Offers?
Olag Gan: Let's go and get him.
Kerr Avon: [sardonically] Gung ho.
Vila Restal: *You* go and get him. We're already too close to the security zone for my taste.
Roj Blake: Jenna?
Jenna Stannis: If we know he's there, chances are Federation Security know it, too.
Cally: Zen may have been wrong.
Kerr Avon: In which case going there would be safe, but pointless.
Vila Restal: Now that I wouldn't object to.
Jenna Stannis: Be quiet, Vila.
Vila Restal: Why ask my opinion in the first place?
Cally: Actually, nobody did.
Vila Restal: [to Cally] That's the last time I stand up for you.

Kerr Avon: I think we should go and get him. Always assuming that he is there, and Federation Security are not.
Jenna Stannis: [smiles] "Gung ho"?
[Blake smiles]
Kerr Avon: [pointedly ignoring having his words thrown back at him] We do not know what IMIPAK is.
Roj Blake: Exactly. The least we've got to do is find out what it does.
Vila Restal: Why have we? I can live without it.
Roj Blake: It's just conceivable that you can't.
Kerr Avon: Unless of course you want your last words to be, "So *that's* IMIPAK."
Vila Restal: [confused] I think my brain must be furring up.
Olag Gan: [from across the bridge] IMIPAK might be something they can use against *us*, Vila!
Vila Restal: [and back again] Only if it can run faster than we can!

"Blakes 7: The Way Back (#1.1)" (1978)
[Blake has been invited to a rebel meeting several years after his brainwashing]
Bran Foster: Now, I want you to listen to what I have to tell you. After that you can do whatever you like.
Roj Blake: All right. Now what do you know about my family?
Bran Foster: Well, I'll come to that. There are other things you should know first.
Roj Blake: Forget the other things. Just what do you know?
Bran Foster: They're dead. Your brother and sister are both dead. I'm sorry, I didn't intend you to hear it like that. They were executed four years ago just after your trial.
Roj Blake: [disbelievingly] Executed? No, that's not true. I hear from them regularly. I had a vistape only a month ago.
Bran Foster: Those tapes are fakes. Part of the treatment to keep your memory suppressed. Now, this isn't going to be easy for you, but I'm going to have to tell you things about yourself of which you have no memory. Will you hear me out?
Roj Blake: Go on.
Bran Foster: Four years ago, there was a good deal of discontent with the Administration. There were many activist groups. But the only one that really meant anything was led by Roj Blake. You and I worked together. We were outlawed and hunted. But we had supporters and we were making progress. Then someone betrayed us, I still don't know who. You were captured. So were most of our followers. They could have killed you. But that would have given the Cause a martyr. So instead they put you into intensive therapy. They erased areas of your mind, they implanted new ideas. They literally took your mind to pieces and rebuilt it. And when they'd finished, they put you up and you confessed. You said you'd been "misguided." You appealed to everyone to support the Administration, hound up the traitors. Oh, they, they did a good job on you. You were very convincing. And then they took you back and erased even that.
Roj Blake: What happened to the others?
Bran Foster: In their benevolence, the Federation allowed them to emigrate to the Outer Worlds. Like your family, they were executed on arrival.

[Blake is under treatment after witnessing a massacre]
Dr. Havant: Reality is a dangerous concept. Each one of us interprets it in a slightly different way. Every sense impression is filtered by the brain and altered, sometimes just a little, sometimes completely, to fit our individual model of what the world is about. If that model should be challenged...
Blake: [chanting over and over to himself] I am *not* insane. I am *not* insane...
Dr. Havant: No. You must put that thought completely out of your mind. You've had a shock.
Blake: [stops chanting] Yes.
Dr. Havant: We must work together to uncover what that shock was. I'm going to prescribe a mild sedative ...
Blake: No drugs!
Dr. Havant: A mild sedative to help you to sleep. You must rest.
Blake: No! No drugs.
Dr. Havant: All right, no drugs. Now try not to think an more. Don't worry, we'll get it sorted out.

Roj Blake: Where are we?
Vila Restal: In a transit cell.
Roj Blake: I don't understand.
Vila Restal: You're on your way to the penal colony on Cygnus Alpha. Or you will be when the prison ship's refueled. Try to look on the bright side. It must have something. None of the guests have ever left early. In fact, none of them have ever left at all.
Roj Blake: Why are you going there?
Vila Restal: They didn't give me a choice. I steal things. Compulsive, I'm afraid. I've had my head adjusted by some of the best in the business. But it just won't stay adjusted.
Roj Blake: A professional thief.
Vila Restal: More a vocation than a profession. Other people's property comes naturally to me.
[Jenna sits down next to them]
Jenna Stannis: [to Blake] What's the time?
Vila Restal: [returning Blake's watch] Just taking care of it while you were unconscious. The place is full of criminals.

[last lines]
[as the prison ship leaves Earth]
Guard: Take a long look. That's the last you'll ever see of it.
Roj Blake: No, I'm coming back.

Jenna Stannis: What's your story?
Roj Blake: I'm innocent. Of what I was charged with, anyway.
Vila Restal: We have something in common then: we're all victims of a miscarriage of justice.
Roj Blake: [protesting] But it's true!
Jenna Stannis: Of course it is.
Roj Blake: [gets the message] What about the others?
Vila Restal: Oh, a very antisocial bunch: murderers, liars, cheats...
Vila Restal: [pauses, looks at Jenna] ... smugglers...
Jenna Stannis: Thieves.
Vila Restal: ...and they're the *nice* people!

"Blakes 7: Orac (#1.13)" (1978)
Vila Restal: So they'll be on their way to pick up Orac as fast as they can go, and that's fairly fast actually.
Roj Blake: Yeah, not as fast as us.
Kerr Avon: Ever the optimist.

Roj Blake: Our only hope is if they have a supply on Aristo.
Vila Restal: But if they don't?
Roj Blake: They will have.
Vila Restal: But if they don't?
Roj Blake: They will have.
Kerr Avon: There's no point in hiding it, our condition will deteriorate rapidly. If we don't get drug treatment very soon, we shall die.
Vila Restal: Die? I can't do that.
Kerr Avon: I'm afraid you can. It's the one talent we all share, even you.

Roj Blake: [Avon shoots Travis' gun-arm] Good shot, Avon.
Kerr Avon: I was aiming for his head.

Roj Blake: It's exactly as though Ensor were speaking.
Orac: Surely it is obvious even to the meanest intelligence that during my development I would naturally become endowed with aspects of my creator's personality.
Kerr Avon: The more endearing aspects by the sound of it.
Orac: Possibly. However similarities between myself and Ensor are entirely superficial. My mental capacity is infinitely greater.
Jenna Stannis: Modest, isn't he?
Orac: Modesty would be dishonesty.
Vila Restal: What's wrong with being dishonest?
Orac: Is that a question?
Vila Restal: Yes.
Orac: The question is futile. Were I to say that I am incapable of dishonesty how would you know if I was being dishonest or not?
Roj Blake: A question for a question. Well, you're capable of evasion, anyway.
Vila Restal: I think I've heard enough. I don't like him. Orac, be a good junk heap - shut up.

Vila Restal: I don't believe it.
Jenna Stannis: Zen, system status.
Zen: All systems are functioning normally.
Vila Restal: Yes, but Zen's only a machine.
Kerr Avon: So is Orac.
[He removes the activator and throws it across the flight deck]
Vila Restal: That's all right, that's fixed Orac.
Roj Blake: No, it hasn't.
Jenna Stannis: What do you mean?
Roj Blake: We've forgotten something. The prediction has still been made.
Jenna Stannis: Blake!
[the on-screen ship explodes]

"Blakes 7: Duel (#1.8)" (1978)
Sinofar: Our powers grew out of a thousand years of war, out of hate, and fear, and the will to survive.
Giroc: [on Liberator's screen] We built destruction, weapons that your peoples have not yet dreamed of. Every passing year brought new ways to kill, and throughout the centuries the war raged across our planet.
Sinofar: [on planet] With each generation there were fewer of us. The dead vastly outnumbered the living. There was not victory for either side.
Roj Blake: How did it end?
Giroc: How? Another development of another weapon. We demanded their surrender, they refused. The weapon was used. Those that we call our enemy were annihilated.
Space Commander Travis: You won. That's all that matters.
Sinofar: It wasn't a victory, only the end of the war! We were left with a planet made barren by radiation. Our children were monsters, or died, or were never born. This, we won.
Roj Blake: How many of you are there now?
Giroc: None. We are a dead race.
Sinofar: We tell you this so that you will understand our reasons for intervening in your dispute.

Roj Blake: [laughs] I get the distinct feeling I offended Zen's professional pride then.
Avon: It's just a machine, Blake.
Vila: And he should know.
Gan: Well Avon is the expert.
Vila: That's not what I meant.
Avon: No, he was calling me a machine, but since he undoubtedly defines himself as a human being, I shall choose to accept that as more of a compliment than anything else.

Jenna Stannis: Do you believe what they told us? About themselves, I mean.
Roj Blake: With that much power why bother to lie?
Jenna Stannis: That's one way to become a hunted man: trust the powerful.
Roj Blake: True.

Avon: If any of our control systems are damaged by the impact, we will be helpless.
Roj Blake: We're not exactly in a commanding position now.
Jenna Stannis: Activating!
Roj Blake: Have you got any better ideas?
[violent impact. As Blake and Avon reel back, Avon clutches Blake protectively]
Avon: As a matter of fact, no I haven't.
Roj Blake: Does that mean you agree?
Avon: Do I have a choice?
Roj Blake: Yes.
Avon: Then I agree.
[lets go of Blake]

Space Commander Travis: You do realize that any hostile act against me will be regarded as a hostile act against the Federation.
[Giroc laughs]
Space Commander Travis: Have you any idea of the risk you're running?
[Giroc laughs harder]
Roj Blake: They don't seem very impressed, Travis.
Roj Blake: Why don't you try stamping your foot?

"Blakes 7: Voice from the Past (#2.10)" (1979)
Roj Blake: [Exiting the bridge] For once just try trusting me.
Cally: What is this priority of his?
Kerr Avon: Exactly. He's used a number of ploys to get his own way, but, "Just try trusting me"? That's weak even by his standards.

Roj Blake: Got us back on course for Del Ten, have they?
Vila Restal: That's right.
[Vila moves to replace the tranquilizer pad on Blake's forehead]
Roj Blake: Not just yet. You know what's happening, don't you?
Vila Restal: Happening?
Roj Blake: Avon and Cally.
Vila Restal: What about them?
Roj Blake: Paired up. Mutual affinities.
Vila Restal: You mean - ?
Roj Blake: Oh, it's been going on for some time now. I didn't realize it had gone as far as this.
Vila Restal: As what?
Roj Blake: Well, why do you think they're so keen to get us to Del Ten?
Vila Restal: The beta particles.
Roj Blake: Who said?
Vila Restal: Well... *you* did!
Roj Blake: No, *Avon* said. I didn't want to resist him, block him or it. Would arouse his suspicion. I needed time to form a counter plan.
Vila Restal: What are you saying?
Roj Blake: Our only hope is this asteroid. Correction, our nearest hope.

Vila Restal: But you're suggesting...
Roj Blake: Oh, betrayal, treachery, piracy, call it what you will: that is what Avon and Cally are up to.
Vila Restal: And Jenna?
Roj Blake: No, not Jenna. I think she was probably duped by the other two.
Vila Restal: How?
Roj Blake: Space fatigue, is that what they're saying?
Vila Restal: Yeah.
Roj Blake: Well, It's obvious, isn't it? They gave me some form of drug, and then put on a show for you and her.
Vila Restal: [considering] Wow, Avon has been excluding me a bit lately.
Roj Blake: It's nothing to what he'll do when they get to Del Ten.
Vila Restal: What?
Roj Blake: He *might* allow you to stay on afterwards. He'd be stupid to reduce his manpower more than absolutely necessary.
Vila Restal: Well, what do we do?
Roj Blake: The first thing to do is to resume course for that asteroid.
Vila Restal: Right.
Roj Blake: [indicating his restraints] One more thing, Vila.
Vila Restal: Oh yes, sorry.
[Vila releases Blake]
Roj Blake: Thank you. Asteroid PK, One, One, Eight.
Vila Restal: Right.
Vila Restal: [Moves in front of Zen] Zen, abort course for Del Ten. Resume course for asteroid PK One One Eight. Confirm with arrival time.
Zen: Arrival asteroid PK One One Eight at nineteen zero eight.
Vila Restal: Just over half an hour.
Vila Restal: [turns around] Blake?
[Blake is gone]

"Blakes 7: Horizon (#2.4)" (1979)
Avon: What's a freighter doing this far out? He's in Zone Eight already. Where the hell is he going?
Blake: Zen, plot of the freighter's course?
Zen: Freighter's course is one oh four grid.
Blake: [surprised] That'll take him into Zone Nine.
Avon: [ironically] So, we are free of the Federation.
Blake: Persistent, aren't they?
Avon: Let's just get out of his way.
Blake: It was you that asked the question. Where are they going? We're hiding, already on the edge of the spiral rim. He's going further out.
Blake: [after a moment's pause] Zen, give us a course and speed where we can observe out of range of the freighter's detectors.
Avon: I'm sorry I mentioned it.
Vila: Aren't we all?

Zen: The freighter's present course will take it into Zone Nine in four hours at present speed.
Blake: Where in Zone Nine?
Zen: The freighter is on course for the only habitable planet in Zone Nine.
Blake: Which is?
Zen: Code-named Horizon.
Blake: "Horizon"?
Avon: Code-named by whom?
Zen: Data was obtained via Federation cipher. Data also suggests that it is visited annually by a Federation supply freighter.
Blake: Carrying what?
Zen: There is no information.
[Blake considers for a moment]
Blake: What are the surface conditions on Horizon?
Zen: Negative information.
Blake: Population?
Zen: Negative information.
Blake: Well, is there *any* information on Horizon?
Zen: Negative.
Blake: Well, is the information on Horizon *classified*?
Zen: Negative information.
Vila: Well, that was a whole lot of nothing.

Jenna Stannis: Why exactly are we going down?
Blake: The Resistance needs a base, Jenna.
[Blake accepts teleport bracelet from Jenna]
Blake: Thank you. Somewhere to operate from.
Jenna Stannis: And this could be it?
Blake: Well, it's as good as any other. We know the Federation only visit it once a year; it's on the edge of the spiral rim... Oh, hell, I'm tired of running, Jenna. We must get at least *one* planet behind us.
Jenna Stannis: And why are you taking me with you?
Blake: [unconvincingly:] I trust you to back me.
Jenna Stannis: Thanks. But there's more to it than that: you were very deliberate.
Blake: Covering the angles?
Jenna Stannis: Well, how do you mean?
Blake: Avon might run.
[Avon enters the teleport bay quietly behind Blake and Jenna, overhearing]
Blake: But he probably won't without a first-class pilot. He, um, plays the percentages.
Jenna Stannis: Unlike you.
Avon: I am ready if you are.

"Blakes 7: Mission to Destiny (#1.7)" (1978)
Vila Restal: [Entering with Blake] Where are Cally and Avon?
Roj Blake: It's a long story.
Vila Restal: Well, what's in the box?
Roj Blake: It's an even longer story.
Vila Restal: I like stories!

Zen: In one point zero three minutes, it will no longer be possible to operate force wall and main drive simultaneously. Please decide which to close down.
Jenna Stannis: Without main drive we'll never get out of this.
Vila Restal: Without the force wall we'll be smashed to pieces!
Roj Blake: Have the locators detected the outer edge of the storm yet?
Vila Restal: [looks at his panel] No. Yes! No... Maybe.
Roj Blake: Which is it, Vila?
Vila Restal: [looks again] It's "Maybe."
Zen: Directive is now required.

Vila Restal: [to Jenna] I don't think I feel very well.
Olag Gan: [retrieving the neutrotope box from the floor] I hope nothing's been broken.
Roj Blake: So do I.
[Blake keys the combination and opens the box. It's empty]
Roj Blake: It's still on the Ortega! We've got to get back to them!
Vila Restal: [to a stunned Jenna] Now I *know* I don't feel very well.

"Blakes 7: Cygnus Alpha (#1.3)" (1978)
Avon: Before I decided to put my talents to more profitable use -
Jenna: And got arrested.
Avon: I handled the computer analysis for a research project into matter transmission. It was based on a new alloy -
Blake: Aquatar.
Avon: [surprised] That's right.
Blake: Yes, I worked on that project too.
Avon: Small world.
Blake: Large project.
Jenna: I didn't work on it.

Vargas: I am the supreme power here.
[he picks up Blake's gun and points it at him]
Vargas: My word is law. My followers obey without question. They worship me.
Blake: Or fear you.
Vargas: The two are inseparable.

Blake: [Blake picks up an alien device on the Liberator] Hand gun?
Avon: It's a bit elaborate for a toothpick.
Blake: It depends on how elaborate their teeth were.

"Blakes 7: Breakdown (#1.10)" (1978)
Kerr Avon: Blake! In the unlikely event that we survive this...
Roj Blake: Yes?
Kerr Avon: I'm finished. Staying with you requires a degree of stupidity of which I no longer feel capable.

Avon: What about Gan?
Roj Blake: He's still out. We've run the diagnostic checks, it might show up something.
Avon: Yes. And that something will tell you what you already know. Why don't you face it?
Roj Blake: [snapping] Because I don't know what to do about it!
Roj Blake: [calmer but still upset] And if it *is* the limiter, I don't know how we can help him.
Roj Blake: [sarcastic] Unless neurosurgery is one of your particular talents.
Avon: Unfortunately, no.
Roj Blake: [sits and muses] Suppose Zen gave us the necessary information *and* detailed instructions.
Avon: Oh, come on, Blake! This is not something you do by numbers,
Avon: [gesturing to Zen while walking past] not even highly sophisticated ones.
Avon: [approaches Blake] This is an area that has remained the exclusive province of specialists.
Roj Blake: Yes, I know, I know.
Avon: There are quicker ways that you could kill him, but there are none more certain.

"Blakes 7: Trial (#2.6)" (1979)
Avon: One of these days they are going to leave you. They were almost ready to do so this time.
Roj Blake: Yes, I thought they might be.
Avon: You handle them very skillfully.
Roj Blake: Do I?
Avon: But one more death will do it.
Roj Blake: Then you'd better be very careful. It would be ironic if it were yours.

[a patrol of six Federation pursuit ships just flew past the Liberator]
Vila Restal: They missed us! Avon's gadget works!
Roj Blake: I never doubted it for a moment.
[Avon looks troubled]
Roj Blake: [to Avon:] Is something wrong?
Avon: It just occurred to me, that as the description of a highly sophisticated technological achievement, "Avon's gadget works," seems to lack a certain style.

"Blakes 7: Hostage (#2.8)" (1979)
[Under heavy Federation attack]
Blake: Hang on everyone, this is going to be rough!
Vila: I don't mind rough. It's fatal I'm not keen on!

Vila: Avon, when are you going to repair that detector shield?
Avon: Whenever we stumble across the parts I need.
Cally: Maybe we should give priority to getting them.
Vila: Yes, maybe we should.
Blake: Looks as though the Federation have developed a shield themselves.
Cally: Yes, well they got very, very close before we saw them.
Avon: And that is the most depressing aspect of the whole affair. I was rather hoping to sell them the idea.

"Blakes 7: Pressure Point (#2.5)" (1979)
Roj Blake: [sits with Avon in the bridge pit] The others have decided to go with me.
Kerr Avon: [smiles] I thought they would. Not very bright, but loyal.
Roj Blake: That leaves you.
Kerr Avon: I have thought about it.
Roj Blake: And?
[silent pause]
Roj Blake: Come on Avon, stop playing games. Are you going to go with me or not?
Kerr Avon: [looks hurt] Well, of course. I am surprised you ever doubted it.
Roj Blake: Thank you.
Kerr Avon: Frankly, I don't see how you can do it without me. Your strongest enemies are going to be the defense computers. I am the only one qualified to tackle them.
Roj Blake: Yes, that had occurred to me. You better start getting kitted up. Do you want to tell me why?
Kerr Avon: I like the challenge.
Roj Blake: You don't want to tell me why.
Kerr Avon: If we succeed, if we destroy Control, the Federation will be at its weakest. It will be more vulnerable than it has been for centuries. The revolt in the Outer Worlds will grow. The resistance movements on Earth will launch an all-out attack to destroy the Federation. They will need unifying. They will need a leader. *You* will be the natural choice.
Roj Blake: Possibly.
Kerr Avon: Don't be modest, Blake. You are the only one that they would all follow. You would have no choice. You would have to stay on Earth and organize the revolt.
Roj Blake: If there's no other way.
Kerr Avon: There wouldn't be.
Roj Blake: That still doesn't explain why you're backing me.
Kerr Avon: With you running the campaign on Earth, somebody has to take charge... of all this.
Roj Blake: [laughs] You want the Liberator.
Kerr Avon: [almost laughs] Exactly. If we succeed, the destruction of Control gives us both what we want.
Roj Blake: Could be you're planning just a little far ahead.
Kerr Avon: [nods] Perhaps. But sooner or later, I will have my chance.
Roj Blake: There's no hurry.

Olag Gan: [of an abandoned building] What is this place?
Roj Blake: A church.
Olag Gan: A church?
Roj Blake: Place of religious assembly.
Olag Gan: Must be ancient.
Roj Blake: The Federation had them all destroyed at the beginning of the New Calendar.

"Blakes 7: Space Fall (#1.2)" (1978)
Sub-Commander Raiker: [to Blake] What have we here? Not a troublemaker, I hope?
Blake: I didn't hear an order.
Sub-Commander Raiker: You didn't hear an order, sir...
Sub-Commander Raiker: Say it!
Blake: I didn't hear an order... sir.
Sub-Commander Raiker: That's better. What's your name?
Blake: Blake.
Sub-Commander Raiker: So you're Blake. Well, made quite a name for yourself a few years back. Quite the celebrity. Something of a comedown for a leader of men, isn't it? Molesting kids?
Blake: The charges were false.
Sub-Commander Raiker: Oh, yes, of course. Well, let me tell you something, Blake, as far as I am concerned, you are just another piece of cargo. Remember that and you might just survive the journey. Do you understand?
Blake: I understand... sir.

Sub-Commander Raiker: [to Blake] What have we here? Not a troublemaker, I hope?
Roj Blake: I didn't hear an order.
Sub-Commander Raiker: You didn't hear an order, sir...
Sub-Commander Raiker: *SAY IT!*
Roj Blake: I didn't hear an order... sir.
Sub-Commander Raiker: That's better. What's your name?
Roj Blake: Blake.
Sub-Commander Raiker: So you're Blake. Well, made quite a name for yourself a few years back. Quite the celebrity. Something of a comedown for a leader of men, isn't it? Molesting kids?
Roj Blake: The charges were false.
Sub-Commander Raiker: Oh, yes, of course. Well, let me tell you something, Blake, as far as I am concerned, you are just another piece of cargo. Remember that and you might just survive the journey. Do you understand?
Roj Blake: I understand... sir.

"Blakes 7: Seek-Locate-Destroy (#1.6)" (1978)
Jenna Stannis: [lays device on control panel] So you got it.
Roj Blake: It was close though.
Kerr Avon: Too close. Another few seconds we'd have all been blown up.
Vila Restal: Well, it wasn't my fault.
Kerr Avon: Well, whose fault was it? I thought you were supposed to guard the corridor.
Vila Restal: You were supposed to disconnect that thing, not rely on Gan to tear it loose with his teeth.
Jenna Stannis: All right, all right, now calm down.

"Blakes 7: Deliverance (#1.12)" (1978)
Cally: Did she really think you were a god?
Kerr Avon: For a while.
Roj Blake: How did it feel?
Kerr Avon: Don't you know?
Roj Blake: Yes... I don't like the responsibility either.

"Blakes 7: Bounty (#1.11)" (1978)
[ex-President Sarkoff thinks Blake is an assassin]
Blake: I said, I'm not a murderer.
President Sarkoff: I'm grateful for your semantic precision. Political assassination I can... live with. To be murdered would the final, sordid indignity.
[Sarkoff picks up an antique pistol]
President Sarkoff: Now, my educated friend, do you know what this is?
Blake: Uh, it's a projectile weapon.
President Sarkoff: [pointing the gun at Blake] It's called a revolver. Explosive charge here, projectile emerges with great force and considerable accuracy, over short distances anyway. Primitive, but efficient enough for my purposes.
Blake: [urgently] President Sarkoff, I must speak with you! Will you listen to what I have to...
[Sarkoff pulls the trigger, knowing the gun is empty]
President Sarkoff: [lowering the gun] Ex-president.
Blake: I haven't got time for the niceties of this game that you're playing.
President Sarkoff: Just time for a hasty rationalization.
Blake: I just want you to listen.
President Sarkoff: I've wasted my life listening, listening to people who are arrogant, or vacuous, or just plain vicious. I smiled and acquiesced in the face of prejudice and stupidity. I've tolerated mediocrity and accepted the tyranny of second-class minds. But now all that is over. I am ready to die, here among the things I value. I am ready to let you kill me but I am not ready to listen to you justify the act.