Dayna: Beneath that cold exterior beats a heart of pure stone.
Dayna Mellanby: Don't you get tired of always being right?
Kerr Avon: Only with the rest of you always being wrong.
Kerr Avon: 'A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.' Cally once said that was a saying among her people.
Dorian: Who's Cally?
Kerr Avon: Cally was murdered. So were most of her people.
Kerr Avon: It's going to be no help to them if we walk into something hungry on the way back.
Dayna Mellanby: I don't intend to walk into anything.
Kerr Avon: Don't be stupid.
Dayna Mellanby: Get out of my way, Avon.
[calls over her shoulder as she moves off]
Dayna Mellanby: I'll see you at the base!
Kerr Avon: [watches her go] I doubt it.
Orac: I naturally took the opportunity to study all the systems on the Liberator. A few, a very few were of minor interest. I would not, however, number the teleport system amongst these.
Dorian: But you do know how it worked?
Orac: [testily] Of course I know how it worked.
Dorian: Then you will tell me. Now.
Orac: There seems little point in wasting time on such an explanation since you would be incapable of understanding it.
Dorian: [angry] Don't be insolent!
Orac: A statement of fact cannot be insolent. Besides, insolence implies an emotional relationship which does not and could not exist between us.
Dorian: Who designed it?
Avon: His name was Ensor.
Dorian: I should have known. He was never a gracious man. Orac reflects his personality.
Avon: Orac was the culmination of his life's work.
[Avon pulls out Orac's key]
Avon: He bequeathed it to an associate of mine... who bequeathed it to *me*.
Avon: You must have been very young when you met Ensor.
Dorian: Must I?
Avon: He spent the last twenty years of his life in hiding.
Dorian: Well, then I must have been very young.
Avon: Did you do the modifications to the flight computer?
Dorian: Yes, I created Slave.
Avon: [draws gun] What about these?
Dorian: Those as well.
Avon: [gesturing to the environment] And all this?
Dorian: I found the chambers and tunnels already here. I merely had them adapted to my particular needs.
Avon: [laughs] What did you do in your spare time?
Vila Restal: [to himself] No. Why should I? I don't have to justify my existence by going through the motions of trying to open a door which I know is impossible. I'm the expert. If I say it's impossible, then it's impossible. To hell with it. I wonder where they keep that wine!
Vila Restal: [to himself] You know, Avon could be right about getting out of here. There's something very suspicious about a man who keeps his booze under lock and key.