Blake's Seven Season Three Quotes

Aftermath

Dayna kisses Avon.
Avon: What was that for?
Dayna: Curiosity.
Avon: I'm all in favour of healthy curiosity. I hope yours isn't satisfied too easily. I think you've cured my headache.

Avon: I've had enough excitement for a while. Right now a little boredom wouldn't come amiss.

Avon, on meeting Servalan: Our meeting is the most unlikely happening I could imagine. Therefore, we meet. Surprise seems inappropriate somehow.

Servalan borrows a dress from Dayna.
Servalan: A bit old-fashioned and not my colour, but it'll do very nicely.
Dayna: It's not too young for you?
Servalan: Oh no. I find unsophisticated clothes quite amusing, like unsophisticated people.

Avon: You've got what you wanted, Servalan. Don't expect admiration as well.

Avon: If imagination were my only limit, I'd be dead in a week.

Servalan: You don't win wars by running away and hiding.

Powerplay

Vila: It sounds big and bad-tempered. I just hope it's a vegetarian! (pretending to give orders) There's something moving there, men, keep your weapons ready. (Different voice) Yes sir. (First voice) Now don't be nervous, men - there are ten of us, and all heavily armed...
Lom: You're hurt. It has affected your mind, I think.

Vila: It's not that I'm a coward, it's just that I have a very low pain threshold, hardly a threshold at all.

Dayna: ... and when we get out?
Avon: This is my ship.

Avon and Dayna find a guard with a knife in his back.
Avon: It is a difficult way to commit suicide.
Dayna: Maybe he was cleaning it, and it went off.

Avon: If anybody comes through that door, kill them. (After a pause) Anybody who isn't me, that is.

Cally: Not exactly jumping whenever you snap your fingers, are they?
Servalan (giving her a look) Not yet. But I've enjoyed authority too long to give it up easily. I'll be giving orders again, and they'll be obeyed. When that happens, I shall give a very special priority to you - and to your friend Avon.
Cally: Avon?
Servalan: We met. Briefly.
Cally: Then he's alive.
Servalan: The condition, I hope, is purely temporary.

Dayna: Avon, why do you keep everything to yourself? Why are you so secretive?
Avon: Perhaps I'm shy.

Clegg: She will die slowly and very noisily.
Dayna: Don't count on it.

Avon: That one is Cally. I shall introduce her more formally when she wakes up. This one is Vila. I really should introduce him now, he's at his best when he's unconscious.

Cally: Given the choice, would you rather be a load of spare parts down there? Avon: Or one spare part up here?

Volcano

Orac: Teleport operation is a menial task much more suited to one such as yourself.
Cally: Just do it, Orac.

Cally: Heroic rescues can be embarrassing if you're not actually in danger.

Avon: Sometimes one's friends can be more a liability than one's enemies.

Avon: I'd be more inclined to believe that [Tarrant] was a captain than that you could have been one.

Vila on Dayna: Pretty? Yes, I suppose she is. I hadn't really noticed.
Avon: Yes. We've seen you not really noticing - frequently.

Vila: There isn't a volcano alive that would dare to swallow Avon! ... He's cold enough to put the fire out, anyway!

Soldier: Don't forget us!
Servalan: How could I? (Terminates the connection) You have Orac.

Vila: The battle fleet's on its way - it's been moving for three minutes!
Tarrant: Why aren't we moving?
Vila: Because we can't!! (Everyone runs to the flight deck - contradicting Vila's statement!)

Dawn of the Gods

Vila: Why don't I ever win?
Avon: Being a born loser may have something to do with it.
Dayna: And a bad one at that.

As the black hole appears on the screen:
Avon: Three guesses - if you need them.

Vila: (groans)
Avon: Our hero lives.
Tarrant: At least he didn't try to get into a spacesuit.
Avon: I look upon self-interest as my great strength.
Tarrant: One day, Avon, I may have to kill you.
Avon: It has been tried.

Vila: I'm in hell - and it's full of Avons.

Vila can't open the hatch.
Avon: Use your delicate skilful touch.
Vila: I used my delicate skilful boot.

Tarrant: Something nasty this way comes.

Avon: It seems this crude device is intended to frighten primitive people from underdeveloped worlds.
Vila: It's doing a pretty good job on me.

Harvest of Kairos

Avon: Orac, this rock, this Sophron, does it have a greater capacity for reasoning than you do?
Orac: The difference is barely measurable!

Servalan (referring to the kiss): There is the question of that degrading and primitive act to which I was subjected in the control room. I should like you to do it again.

Avon, causing a small explosion and suddenly the center of attention: Sorry.

(some guy): Do I have your permission to abandon the excess cargo, or shall I have it destroyed?
Servalan: Neither. You will abandon the surplus labourers.

Tarrant, entering and finding Cally in Avon's arms: Is this the time or the place? That thing has warped your reasoning. It's even warped your notorious instinct for looking out for number one. We are in danger, can't you understand that?

Avon: I understand that this ship is the most powerful in the galaxy and that you are the most astute space warfare commander. (Tarrant leaves) Or so you tell us often enough.

Vila: I may settle down, you know, have kids - what do you think of that, Cally?
Cally: What do I think of what?
Vila: The lake side at Gardanos! We could go swimming by the light of three moons!
Dayna: You and Cally?
Vila: No, me and the kids!
Dayna: But you haven't got any children!
Vila, still looking at Cally: Not yet.
Tarrant: Vila, you're dreaming. Three weeks of that and you'd be looking for some place to break into.

Vila, to guards that are hiding: Excuse me.

Servalan: Tell me, Zen, how does one operate this craft?
Zen: "One" manipulates the controls and the craft functions accordingly.
Servalan: Yes, I've heard of your impudence.

Servalan: ... unless, of course, you want to accept my word.
Tarrant: I'd rather accept the business end of a poisonous snake.

Avon: This [rock] happens to be the most sophisticated life form that it has ever been my good fortune to come across. Present company not excepted.
Tarrant: Life? But it looks like -
Avon: A rock, yes. Well, when you live on the permanent dark side of a planet, nobody cares too much what you look like.

City at the Edge of the World

Tarrant: I can't make you go, of course.
Vila: That's right. You can't.
Tarrant: But I can toss you off this ship!
Vila: What?!
Tarrant: You're no use to me.
Vila: I don't have to be any use to you! I was here first. I was with Blake! I've more right on this ship than you have!

Vila: All my life, for as long as I can remember, there's been people like you.
Tarrant: And I thought I was unique.
Vila: You're not even unusual, Tarrant.

Cally: What's wrong with Vila?
Tarrant: I scared him a little.
Cally: That must have been difficult.

Tarrant: Me?? Who could be nervous of me?
Cally: Only Vila, it seems.

Tarrant: But I gave them my word.
Avon: You didn't give them mine.
Tarrant: Now you tell me.

Avon: [Vila] is irritating but useful. We can easily replace a pilot, but a talented thief is rare.

Vila: Let's get on with it then.
Avon: No last-minute protests? No sudden illnesses?
Vila: Look I have to go down, he made that clear, but I don't have to take any rubbish about it from you all right?
Avon: All right. Take this [the tracer].
Vila: What is it? Slow-acting poison? Are your hands clean?

Vila: Wonderful. I'm going to die on a planet that hasn't even got a name anymore.

Tarrant: I appealed to his better nature.
Avon: He hasn't got one. Leave him alone in future.
Tarrant: Or?
Avon: Do you want me to threaten you?
Tarrant: Why not. I haven't had a good laugh in ages.
Avon: Sensible. You could die laughing.

Tarrant: Do you like being helpless, Cally?
Cally: I don't know, I've never tried it.

Tarrant: I was sure I could trust them. I would stake my life on it.
Cally: You did stake Vila's.
Tarrant: Did I really! I'd forgotten!

Bayban: You must be Vila. It's an honour.
Vila: The honour's mine.
Bayban: That's what I meant.

Vila: I've been an admirer of yours for... as long as I can remember. Well, maybe not that long, you're not that old. Then again, you did start very young, didn't you. I think I feel sick.

Vila: A bomb?
Bayban: Yes. Bang, you're dead. That sort of thing.

Bayban: "Bayb," she used to say - she called me "Bayb" -

Avon: It's a pity we're not all as reliable as Zen.
Cally: But I thought you were!

Tarrant asks why Vila would trust Avon.
Avon: Because he knows what I think of him.
Tarrant: You despise him.
Avon: Right. At least I'm consistent about it.

Vila: I don't believe in suicide. It stunts your growth.

Carol: Can I do anything?
Vila: Keep the sweat out of my eyes. No - don't do that. Your legs are bad for my concentration.

Avon: How'd you like me to let some fresh air into that rancid brain of yours?
Bayban: Go ahead - you'd be famous! "The man who killed Bayban."
Cally, appearing behind him: I'd quite like to be famous too. How about "the woman that killed Bayban"?
Dayna: Or, better still, "the girl who killed Bayban"!

Vila: One small step for man. So how do we get back?

Cally: Vila! We thought we'd lost you!
Avon: Every silver lining has a cloud.

Avon: I'm impressed.
Vila: Wonderful. That makes it all worthwhile.

Vila: I think I've just made the greatest mistake of my life.
Orac: In light of your previous record, that seems unlikely. I would predict that there are far greater mistakes waiting to be made by someone with your obvious talent for them.
Vila: Shut up, Orac. Still, it's a comforting thought. Let's hope they've all got good legs.

Children of Auron

Cally: So it's just revenge you're after?
Avon: Just and sweet.

Cally: Why do you imagine I've never gone back? (Indicating Avon) Affection for him?

Vila on Dayna: Disarming, isn't she?

Sarcophagus

Avon: Regret is a part of being alive, but keep it a small part.
Cally: As you do?
Avon: Demonstrably.

Vila: An alien spaceship has aliens on it, right? My experience with aliens hasn't exactly been warming.
Tarrant: Your experiences with humans haven't been particularly glowing either.

Avon: Shut up, Tarrant.
Tarrant: Did you say something to me?
Avon: I said shut up. I apologize for not realizing you are deaf.

Avon: You also talk too much.
Tarrant: Be thankful I'm restricting myself to talk.
Avon: Well no, that's fascinating! Do you meant you can do something else?

Vila: No point in being nervous, Vila, no there isn't. A lot of shadows I never noticed before. Hi shadows.

Cally-creature: He [Avon] is outside in the corridor, as you were before he failed to stop you rushing in here.
Avon: As a matter of fact, I didn't try to stop her. I just got out of her way.

Avon: It must get tiresome for you, knowing so much.

Avon: Make me die. There's nothing else you can make me do.

Avon: You look so beautiful when you're angry...
(But a minute later, he calls the kiss "trouble" he went to in order to get the ring!)

Ultraworld

Orac: I fail to see why I should take part in a meaningless, illogical conversation. It doesn't make sense. It is therefore a waste of time. I'm shutting down.
Vila: Do it for me this once. Ready? Where do space pilots keep their ships?
Orac: I-don't-know-where-do-space-pilots-keep-their-ships?
Vila: At parking meteors. (Orac shuts down.)

Avon: You really like taking risks, don't you?
Tarrant: Calculated ones.
Avon: Calculated on what, your fingers?

Ultra: All in all, your world is...
Dayna: Unremarkable?
Ultra: Except for the dominant species it gave rise to.
Dayna: Well, at least it's got something of interest.

Avon on Tarrant's comment: That's what passes for wit on board our ship.

Vila: Knock knock.
Orac: Who's there?
Vila: Atch.
Orac: Atch who?
Vila: Sorry, I didn't know you had a cold.
Orac: A cold what?

Dayna: I'm too young to be absorbed.

Ultra: Has the bonding ceremony begun?
Dayna: You could say so, but we do better without interruption.

(Explosion)
Ultra (uninterested): Is that the bonding ceremony?

Avon: Orac is saying that a logical, rational, intelligence is no match for yours.
(Vila smiles, then as he considers what Avon just said, slowly stops smiling.)

Moloch

Yech. I hate this episode.

Deathwatch

Karla: You look different somehow. You're taller.
Deiter: Yes, I usually stand in a hole.

Dayna: If you move any faster, you'll break into a standstill!

Avon: Where do you suggest we go, Vila, for this holiday that we all need so badly?
Vila: Me? Well, I hadn't really given it any though.
Avon: Oh I see! You got all that information from Orac out of a sense of duty?
Tarrant: Dedication. Selfless devotion to the welfare of his comrades!
Vila: What's so strange about that?

Dayna: There's nothing like someone else's war to take your mind off your own.

Cally: The ultimate excitement: watching two men kill each other.
Avon: Yes. No. On reflection, that would seem to have a somewhat limited appeal. As ultimate excitements go.
Vila: There's obviously more to it than that - I mean, wine, women, and ... song.
Cally: That would seem to have an even more limited appeal.
Tarrant: Oh, I don't know.

Vila: How can you enjoy yourself staying here?
Cally: Maybe it's got something to do with the fact that you won't be.
Vila: Oh thank you.

Orac: I must point out that this is a gross misuse and an absurd waste of my capabilities.
Avon: Put it on the main screen.
Orac: I will do it only under protest.
Avon: You can do it any way you like, just so long as you put in on the main screen.
Vila: Are you sure you can't redesign him as something useful, like a drinks dispenser? Or an empty space? I think he'd look really good as an empty space.

Transmission: Space: the final frontier, as it was once called.

PA voice: Your usual delicate mixture of enthusiasm and dignified cliche.
David: I love you too.

PA voice: Oh, you've been thinking? Another first!

Avon: This breathless solemnity is beginning to irritate me.

Vila: Her [Servalan's] idea of chivalry is never to shoot a blind man in the back.

Vila: And for my next trick, I shall swallow my other foot.

Vinny: You're a dead man, Tarrant.
Deiter: They're the worst kind.

Cally: Have a little patience, Vila.
Vila: What for? All that ever gets you is older!

Vila: Avon said he had to visit a sick friend. And any friend of Avon's has got to be sick.

Servalan: Oh Avon - I haven't gone and given myself away again, have I?

Dayna: How was your friend?
Avon: As sick as ever.

Servalan: I fear scrupulous fairness is one of my small personal obsessions.

Avon: Tarrant. I presume you have no tedious scruples about cheating and lying.
Tarrant: None at all.
Avon: Oh good.

Vila: Are you going to tell us why, or are you just going to gloat quietly to yourself?

Avon: I think we should leave now.
Tarrant: Max just said -
Avon: Orac had another interesting legal point to make. According to the rules of the Teal-Vandor convention, you are now the new champion of Teal.
Tarrant (after a pause): I think we should leave now.
Avon & Tarrant: Bring us up, Cally.

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Terminal

[Avon says "try trusting me" - but didn't he protest when Blake said that in "Voice from the Past"?]
Vila: All right, Avon, we'll try trusting you. Just don't expect us to make a habit of it.
Avon: I don't.

Tarrant: Where are we going, Avon?
Avon: Profound philosophical questions never really interested me.
Tarrant: That's not up to your usual standard.
Avon: Yes. Well, I'm tired.

Vila: Avon certainly knows how to keep a secret. He probably won't even talk to himself.

Avon: Sentiment breed weakness. Let it get hold of you and you are dead.

Avon: If this is an example of a man-made planet, we ought to go back to the drawing board and start again.

Blake: Well, you certainly took your time finding me.
Avon: There didn't seem to be any hurry. Anyway, I always said I could manage very well without you.
Blake: It must have been so dull, having no one to argue with.
Avon: There were times when your simple-minded uncertainties might have been refreshing.
Blake: Careful, Avon. Your sentiment is showing.

Servalan: You may see him [Blake] and talk to him.
Avon: I already have.
Servalan: WHAT??!!

Vila trying to keep hold of Orac: It's just a pile of junk really, but it means a lot to me. I built it. It's a sculpture. You're not going to make me leave it, are you? Incidentally, you should always be careful about getting a second-hand spacecraft. They can be very unreliable.

Hey, that was great! Give me season 4, please!