Blake's Seven Season Two Quotes

Redemption

Blake: Orac, why won't you give us the background to that prediction?
Orac: Because that would invalidate the prediction!
Blake, tired: And if we knew the future in detail, we could change it and so it wouldn't be the future. (Sigh.)
Orac: Correct. That is the paradox of prediction.

Blake: How long have you been there?
Avon: I was here when you came in.
Blake: Why didn't you speak?
Avon: I had nothing in particular to say. Besides, you looked as if you were planning something you didn't want the rest of us to know about.

Blake: Do you think you could forget your superiority complex for a moment and get on with it?
Avon: All right.

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

Avon: I doubt it was personal, Vila.
Vila: It felt personal. It always feels personal when someone tried to kill me.

Blake gives Avon lots to do.
Avon: Is that all? What shall I do with the other hand?
Blake: I'll let you know.

Vila: I've got this shocking pain right behind the eyes.
Avon: Have you considered amputation?

Avon: Blake's regard for our safety is inspiring.

Vila: If it ever comes to a showdown, my money's on Blake. Well, half of it - I'll put the other half on Avon.

Blake: That is one I owe you.
Avon: Don't worry. At the right time I will remind you of it.

Blake: There are dozens of ways the ship could destroy us - cut off the air supply, drop the temperature so we'd freeze to death -
Vila: Stop putting ideas into its head!!
Blake: No, I don't think it wants to kill us.
Avon: Well, not yet, anyway. It's saving us for something.
Vila: Dinner?

Avon: If they're going to kill us, let us at least make it difficult for them.

Blake: It's nice to know that computers can have their bad days too.

Jenna, locked in a small room with Avon: Perhaps we could chew our way out.

Orac: I am shutting down. I have much to do, and I have engaged my circuits on your petty affairs for too long.

Shadow

Blake: So that is Space City.
Vila: Also known as the Satellite of Sin.
Avon: By whom?
Vila: Me.
Avon: It had to be someone of limited imagination.

Vila: I've wanted to visit Space City since I was old enough to read the graffiti in the Juvenile Detention Wards.

Largo: Why do I feel as if I'm on trial here?
Avon: Why do I feel as if you should be?

Avon: They have a sentimental value for me.
Largo: Oh? Family heirloom?
Avon: No, I'm just sentimental about money.

Vila: Are you in there, Orac?
Orac: Am I in where? What do you imagine I am - some sort of tame rodent in a cage?

Vila: I never break a promise.
Cally: Oh yes you do!

Vila: I'll bring you back a present, Cally - name it and it's yours.
Cally: A necklace, Vila - made from your teeth!

Avon: It's the kind of natural stupidity no amount of training could ever hope to match.

Blake: She [Cally] is an alien.
Avon: She's more human than I am.
Vila: That's not difficult.

Blake: His name is Vila. He's suffering from a bad case of alcoholic remorse. He wants to make a necklace of his teeth.

Bek: With what you [Vila] drank, you're lucky to remember who you are.
Avon: I would hardly call that lucky.

Jenna's description of the planet's heat: Enough to fry your eyeballs.
Avon: Daintily put.
Jenna: Not for the company I keep.

Avon: It could have been frying eyeballs you heard.
Jenna: Daintily put.

Avon, after killing several attackers in a row: Next, please.

Avon: Lawmakers, lawbreakers, let us fight them all, why not.

Gan's Zen impression: All systems are functioning normally. Status is firm.

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

Weapon

Avon: Auron may be different, Cally, but on Earth it is considered ill-mannered to kill your friends while committing suicide.

Avon: It's a triple-A security installation.
Vila: We have got into those before.
Avon: Usually with your screams of protest ringing in our ears.

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.

Servalan: I'm capable of taking the one thing you have left, if you persist with your impertinence.
Travis: Is there anything of value that remains to me?
Servalan (intimately): Blake's death.
Travis (just as intimately): I meant no impudence, Supreme Commander.

As they are testing the Blake clone, it answers all questions correctly until:
Clone master: When were you born?
Blake clone: Five hours ago, master.

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: ... unless you want your last words to be: (enlightenment) "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.

Recording of Carnell: Oh, and one other thing, I must tell you this. You are undoubtedly the sexiest officer I have ever known.

Horizon

Blake: Where are we going to find a center that'll take us in for a month's rest and rehabilitation?
Vila: Well, that shouldn't be a problem - what's the point of being famous if you can't get a last-minute booking?

Avon: Oh, you are curious! I'm glad we have a worthwhile reason!

Cally as she injects Vila with Soma: He'll be sleepy now for about half an hour.
Avon: That will be nice.

Vila: Why don't you go?
Avon: You are expendable.
Vila: And you're not.
Avon. No. I'm not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.

Blake: Does the Federation frighten you?
Roe: Of course not.
Jenna: Then you must be part of it.

Avon: And then there was one.

Avon shoots three guards, then shoots at someone who turns out to be Blake.
Blake: Missed.

Pressure Point

Blake: I didn't expect you to welcome the idea. That's why I misled you just a little.
Avon: That's very diplomatically put.
Blake: Is my phraseology your only complaint, Avon?
Avon: No, but it is my only surprise.

Avon: What's the matter, Blake? Don't you trust your friend?
Blake: Of course. I trust him the same way I trust you.

Vila: I don't want to go.
Avon: You surprise me.
Vila: I don't feel well. I'm going to be a big handicap.
Avon: I'm used to that.

Avon: I knew you were lying!!
Blake: Yes, well, unless you can come up with some good reasons why not, we're going ahead as planned.
Vila: Certain death, is that a good reason?
Avon: From someone else, maybe.
Vila: All right, but if we all get killed, don't say I didn't warn you.

Vila: It's times like this I wish I'd gone straight.

Blake: We've done it! We've done it! I'VE DONE IT!!
Avon: Blake, there's nothing here.

Travis: You see, it's the great illusion, Blake. You give substance and credibility to an empty room, and the real thing becomes undetectable. Virtually invisible.

Travis: What's the matter with you, Servalan?
Jenna, appearing behind her with her gun pointed at her: She's nervous.

Travis: They'll dig us out eventually.
Servalan: Oh yes. They'll dig us out eventually. And then I'll bury you.

Trial

Bercol: She has all the delicate sensitivity of a plasma bolt.

Avon: It occurs to me that if you should run into trouble, one of your followers - one of your three remaining followers - might have to risk his neck to rescue you.
Blake: You'll have to advise them against that, Avon. They might even listen to you this time.
Avon: Why not? After all, I don't get them killed.
Blake: True.

Jenna: What would you know about guilt?
Avon: Only what I've read.

Vila: There aren't any people down there.
Avon: So it has at least one aspect of paradise.

Avon: Is it that Blake has a genius for leadership, or merely that you have a genius for being led?

Vila: You've decided to be led like the rest of us.
Avon: I shall continue to follow. It's not quite the same thing.
Vila: I don't see the difference.
Avon: I didn't think that you would.

Blake: Next time I want to think, I'll do it in my cabin.
Avon: I should stick to action. That's what you're good at.

Avon, on the others' loyalty: One more death will do it.
Blake: Then you'd better be very careful. It would be ironic if it were yours.

Avon: As a description of a highly sophisticated technological achievement, "Avon's gadget works" seems to lack a certain style.

Servalan: It really is a pity he [Travis] has got to die. He's so much better than anything I've got left.

Avon: I would like to have met this Zil of yours. It's not often that one comes across a philosophical flea.

Blake on Avon's gadget: Can we rely on it?
Avon: I thought we were!

Travis: The Federation is run by hypocrites and supported by fools. I'll be glad to be rid of you all.

Killer

Avon: He's a friend of mine.
Vila: I always knew you had a friend. I used to say to people, I bet Avon's got a friend somewhere in the galaxy.
Avon: And you were right. That must be a novel experience for you.

Avon: There are a quarter of a million volts running through that converter. I make one false move and I'll be so crisped up what's left of me won't fit into a sandwich.
Vila: I'm a vegetarian. Thanks for the offer though.

Avon: Blake takes risks to help other people - sometimes people eh doesn't even know. One day that great big beating heart of his will get us all killed.
Vila: Unless somebody ditches him first.

Hostage

Blake: It looks as though the Federation have developed a shield themselves.
Cally: Yes, they got 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.

Vila: I still say he [Travis] has a point!
Avon: Yes, and if you turn your back on him, you might find it between your shoulder blades.

Travis: Ashton betrayed you. You must hate him. I would in your place.
Blake: That is the difference between us.
(Travis tries to strike Blake)
Blake: That too.

Avon accuses Vila of helping Travis.
Vila: No I didn't!! Travis tricked me!
Avon: That wouldn't be too difficult. So, now they have the Liberator.
Vila: What have I done to deserve this?
Avon: How long a list would you like?

Travis: I'm not going to bargain with you, Blake. I'm going to kill you. Two for the price of one!

Vila: Cally, I could murder a relaxant. Any chance?
Cally: It's for medicinal purposes only. Are you dying?
Vila: Thinking about it.

Countdown

Vila: Terrific. I'm really looking forward to this: danger, excitement, sudden death. I can't wait.

Avon: Doesn't it make you feel good to be wanted?
Vila: I've been a wanted man all my life. Now what I want is to be unwanted.

Avon: It would be stupid to be shot at by our own allies.
Vila: Not only stupid - painful!

Vila noisily opens and closes the space doors.
Blake: Why don't you do that again? Maybe they didn't hear you!

Vila: Watch this. It should open like a dream. (The safe explodes open.)
Blake: More like a nightmare.

Grant: Thank you.
Vila: Anytime.
Grant: I'll remember that.
Vila: Oh. ...will you?

Vila (opening a door): The old magic's still there.
Avon: The old ego too.

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

Voice from the Past

Avon (speaking to Cally, but referring to Blake): These exercises of your do not appear to improve the temper.

Blake: I command this ship.
Avon: Do you indeed.
Jenna: You lead. We don't take commands.

Avon: [Blake] has used a number of ploys to get his own way, but "just try trusting me" - that's weak even by his standards.

Vila: You're in charge now are you?
Avon: Can you think of anyone more suitable? Yourself, perhaps?
Vila: And why not? (Avon leaves) I'm as good as you are. Better, probably.

Servalan: While there's life, there's a threat.

Avon: So much for Blake's new Epoch of Peace.
Jenna: [Blake] is a hard man to be rescued when he doesn't want to be rescued.
Avon: Why don't you just say "thank you" nicely?
Blake: Well, what are we all standing around for? Or has the Federation disappeared? (Stomps off)
Avon: I'm sorry to tell you that he is himself.

Gambit

Servalan: You appear to have misunderstood my message, Krantor. I am not here officially.
Krantor: Of course, I understand - perfectly. Discretion and delicacy are the very watchwords of my organization. Just tell me your requirements, and I will see that you are provided with the most sophisticated and subtle forms of satisfaction.
Servalan: You have misunderstood me.

Vila: You know, if it were a desert down there, so hot your eyeballs'd frizzle, poisonous snakes under every rock -
Avon: Blake would have sent us.
Vila: You can bet on it.

Vila: Avon, there are times when I almost get to like you!
Avon: Well, that makes it all worthwhile
Vila: I mean, you give me a warm feeling right here, round the money belt.

Travis: Your new muscle man, Servalan? He looks like a powder puff.

Jenna and Cally pretend to fight so that Blake can sneak into the back room.
Cally: What did you call me??
Jenna: A cheap little space tramp.
Cally: You slut.
Jenna: A ten-credit touch.
Cally: What?? (throws water at Jenna)
(as the camera is on Blake, in the background we hear: "You're bloody gonna -" "You little -" and finally "ow ow owowowowowow!!!!")

The Keeper

Avon: Through Star One, we could control everything. The Federation could belong to us.
Vila: I could be president!
Avon: Ah.
Vila: Or we could take it in turns.
Avon: Blake is afraid that power would corrupt him.
Blake: That sort of power would corrupt anyone.

Cally: No indication that he's [Travis] seen us.
Avon: I have no objection to shooting him in the back.

Avon: Goodbye, Travis!
Cally: So much for Travis. Mind you, you could hardly miss at that range.
Avon: What did you want me to do - give him a sporting chance?

Gola's description of Jenna and Vila: A beautiful woman! And a fool!

Vila: Don't leave me here! At least give me a torch, I don't like the dark! I like to see what I'm scared of!

Vila says his cellmate "smells horrible."
Blake: Well, so would you if you'd been her for as long as he has.
Vila: Well let's not think about that.

Vila, playing the fool: In this trick, the captive ring is liberated without breaking the rope. Watch carefully: is there a break above, or a Blake below?

Vila: Well, that's it then. Long live President Travis. We might as well lock the door and stay where we are.

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Star One

Servalan: There has to be another explanation. And if you want to keep your job, you'll find it!!

Blake: So if Lurgen's co-ordinates are right, Star One is somewhere in there.
Avon: Which makes it about the only thing that is.
Vila: So at least we'll recognize it when we see it, even if we don't recognize it when we see it ... if it's the only thing that's there. If you see what I mean.
Cally: Oh shut up, Vila.

Avon: Show me someone who "believes" in anything, and I will show you a fool.

Avon: I never doubted your fanaticism. As far as I'm concerned, 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 as long as there's an end to it. When Star One is gone, it is finished, Blake. And I want it finished. I want to be free.
Cally: But you are free, Avon.
Avon: I want to be free of him.

Servalan: I will not be president of a ruined empire.

Blake: Maximum scan, Cally. Look for anything unusual or out-of-place... a door would be nice, if you can manage it.
Cally: I'll do my best.
Blake: Preferably one marked "Entrance."

Vila: I don't like explosions. Very crude. It's difficult to reason with a bomb.
Avon: They won't explode until they are primed.
Vila: And if it was faulty? Bit late to complain to the manufacturer!

Blake: There's the door.
Cally: As requested.
Avon: It isn't marked "Entrance."
Cally: Nobody's perfect.

Vila: [Orac] always makes me feel like I should be taking notes.

Travis: I though you were supposed to be the one with brains.
Avon: Brains, but no heart. Now talk or scream, Travis, the choice is yours.

Lurena: What are they?
Avon: Unfriendly. Which is fortunate, really - they'd be difficult to love.

Travis: His name is Blake. His name... was Blake.

Avon: Stand by to fire.
Vila: Avon, this is stupid!
Avon: Since when did that ever stop us?

Blake: Avon - for what it's worth - I have always trusted you, from the very beginning.

I still want more! Give me season three, please!