[Harper just discovered that his infestation with Magog larvae is not a dream]
Seamus Harper: If you're going to give me anymore of that, "Where there's life, there's hope," crap... Thanks, cause I really need to hear that about now.
Beka Valentine: HOLO-ROMMIE: I don't know. I just don't know.
Andromeda: I don't know. I just... don't know.
Trance Gemini: It's not impossible. It's just really unfair.
Captain Dylan Hunt: Don't they have any respect for tradition. Whatever happened to just *CLAWING* people to death?
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.
Dylan Hunt: The Magog!
Rommie: On the run, for now. I deployed Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dumb.
Dylan Hunt: How are the lads?
Rommie: Efficent, as usual. They drove off the first wave of the Magog assault ships.
Beka Valentine: Trance! Trance!
Andromeda: She has no life signs, Beka.
Beka Valentine: You say that like it matters.
Beka Valentine: So far, Andromeda's o-for-two against that thing.
Dylan Hunt: Well, we can't do it alone. There's only one way to defeat something like that. A unified front. The entire known worlds working together.
Rev Bem: A renewed Commonwealth.
Dylan Hunt: A renewed Commonwealth. Before, it was a dream. Now, it's a necessity.
Rommie: [On the Maru, seeing Andromeda approach and lay cover fire] Oh, Andromeda, am I glad to see me!
Beka Valentine: Trance, I need you. Dylan needs you. Trance? Trance? Trance!
Trance Gemini: Ah! Oh, the tail!
Beka Valentine: Oh, good, you're up.
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?
Trance Gemini: OK. OK, Trance, you can do this, you know you can. There is a perfect possible future where everything will turn out just fine and the odds of creating that future are only one million, six hundred and seventy-one thousand to one. More or less.
Seamus Harper: [while struggling to free himself from Magog restraints] This isn't working.
Tyr Anasazi: [Also struggling to free himself] Keep trying.
Seamus Harper: Hey, do me a favor, will ya? Talk to me about something. Take my mind off things.
Tyr Anasazi: You want a story? Alight When I was 16, after I had lost my family, I was captured by slavers and sold to the diamond mines on Xocatol. One day while I was working in the mines, I noticed the main support for my section had rotted through. I pointed it out to the overseers, but instead of fixing the problem, they cut my rations and doubled my work shifts. A week later, the ceiling collapsed, burying me alive 200 meters underground.
Seamus Harper: Thanks. Cheered me right up.
Tyr Anasazi: It should have. Because I lived. I clawed my way out over the bodies of the dead. I escaped into the desert. I lived on seep water and sand rats for an entire season. And then one night, after I had healed, I visited the overseers and thanked them for their conscientious attention to workers' safety. So, don't you tell me that I'm going to die here today. Because the sun has not yet risen on the day when Tyr Anasazi, out of Victoria by Barbarossa, will face death graciously. I will kick and claw and bite and scratch and spit my last breath in its face. As long as you are with me yo will do the same, is that clear?
Tyr Anasazi: Is that clear?