Blake's Seven Season 4 Quotes

Rescue

Dayna: Don't you ever get bored of being right?
Avon: Just with the rest of you being wrong.

Avon: Suddenly I'm hip-deep in heroes.

Vila: I saved his life once. Am I supposed to make a career out of it?

Vila goes to help Dayna and instead falls down the cliff.
Vila: Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!
Dayna: You're a big help, Vila.

Avon: We stand a better chance as a group.
Tarrant: What, while something's eating me, you can get away?

Dorian: In case you hadn't noticed, I just saved your friends' lives.
Avon: You know what they say, no good deed goes unpunished.

Dorian: Uh, one problem. It happens to be my ship.
Avon: No problem.

Dayna: Cheer up, Vila! We've got a lot of very bright associates!
Vila: Oh yeah? Name six.

Dorian: Avon, you of all people should know that intellect is a much more powerful weapon than the gun - particularly when the gun... doesn't... work.

Power

Vila: They're fool-proof. And before you say it, they're Avon-proof too.

Guntsar: I rule by the strength of my right arm, and my left arm, and by the ... (he needs prompting, and Avon gets to smile. Guntsar certainly doesn't rule by his brains.)

Avon: I'll have a neutron blaster.
Guntsar: No neutron blasters.
Avon: In that case, I'll have a glove.
Guntsar: A glove?
Avon: A glove.
Guntsar: A glove!

Avon: That's an interesting choice of hostage.

Slave: It is beyond my humble capacity to offer an opinion, master.
Avon: Oh, that's very good. You may turn out to be my kind of computer after all.

Avon: You give your allegiance easily?
Soolin: I don't give my allegiance. I sell my skill

Traitor

Vila: The five of us? Oh, and Trooper Orac here.

Vila: That's a well-known fact.
Soolin: It's a well-known opinion, actually.
Tarrant: Most well-known facts are.

Avon: Tarrant is brave, young, handsome: there are three good reasons for anyone not to like him.

Avon: One of the most human things about Orac is that it does not like to work.

Orac: The art of leadership is delegation. (Avon laughs)

Avon: Until we are attacked, we are staying.
Vila: Blake would have been proud of you, you know.
Avon: I know, but then he never was very bright.

Avon: If I'm wrong, you can say "I told you so" - provided you speak loudly and quickly!

Leitz: How many people have you killed to conceal your secret?
Servalan: You mean now? (Kills him) Twenty-six. So far.

Avon: I didn't want her to die like that anyway. I need to kill her myself.

Stardrive

Vila: Training Manual Rule One: Never play with asteroids. They're what Murphy's Law is all about!

Slave: I, uh, don't wish to speak out of turn, but we're on a converging collision course with a large -
Avon: We know.
Slave: I'm sorry, Master, but as asteroids go -
Avon: Don't be sorry. Be quiet.

Avon: There are times when even the most cynical must trust in luck.

Avon: Slave, initiate the back-up system.
Slave: I'm very sorry about this, but that was the back-up system.

Avon: Slave, what is our life-support capability?
Slave: 155 hours, Master.
Soolin (happy voice): Oh, by the time our oxygen runs out, we'll be bored as well as dead!

Dayna: Sometimes, Vila, you can be quite disgusting.
Vila: I can be disgusting all the time. It's easy. Easy as colliding with an asteroid, eh Avon?

Dayna: Why pretend [to be drunk]?
Vila: Because, my lovely Dayna and Soolin, no one ever tells someone who's drunk to volunteer!

Orac: I am not "trying to tell you" anything. I am simply not interested in attempting to compensate for your amazing lack of observation.

Vila: Can't we think about this?
Avon: As much as you like, once we're underway.

Vila: The only technology they're interested in is on wheels, or flies, or goes bang. Right now they're trying to make up their minds which piece of madness they're gonna zap us with.

Vila: Dayna, I'm stuck!
Dayna: So am I, Vila - with you!

Tarrant: Talk amongst yourselves, this could take some time.

Avon: At least we can outrun the opposition. That should make you happy.
Dayna: What about Dr. Plaxton?
Avon: - Who?

Animals

Slave: Sorry, sir.
Tarrant: And don't keep saying you're sorry.
Slave: Sorry, sir.
Tarrant: Don't -

Vila: Why do I get all the dirty jobs?
Soolin: Typecasting?
Vila: This isn't fair, you know.
Avon: No. It's pretty foul, by the look of it.

Vila: All right, I'll do it. Anything's better than listening to your jokes.

Headhunter

Vila: I was a perfect gentleman towards her!
Tarrant: That's what bothered us.

Vila: As last words go, they're not likely to be famous.

Tarrant: Slave appears to have thrown off his chains.

Vila: A little hard work never hurt anyone.
Tarrant: How would you know?

Avon: You'll have to do better than that, Orac, if you expect me to kill them! Rescue suits!

Orac: I am obliged to do as you tell me even though I know it to be wrong.
Avon: "Only following orders" - that's not very original.

Dayna on Muller: He's a pretty lively corpse, wouldn't you say?

Soolin finds Vila in a cupboard.
Soolin: Is this a private game, or can anyone play?
Vila: I've been looking for you.
Soolin: In there?

Assassin

Tarrant: Domo the ninth?
Vila: Son of Domo the eighth.

Avon: I don't want to seem paranoid, but the tape said five subjects. You may use your fingers if you like, Vila.

Avon: You can imagine how much it hurts me to use the word "infallible."

Avon acting gentle: Oh thank goodness, I'm so glad to see you! My space shuttle crash-landed back there, all my friends were killed, I've been walking all day. I wonder - can you please help me?

Servalan: Avon.
Avon: Servalan.
Servalan: I think, if you don't mind, I would prefer my slave to address me as "Mistress."

Soolin: There are two classic ways of dealing with an hysterical woman, and you didn't really expect me to kiss her, did you?

Servalan: A universe without Avon and Tarrant will take a certain amount of getting used to.

Soolin: All sweet things have one thing in common: a tendency to make you sick.

Games

Avon: Apart from being a brilliant geologist and an expert in mining techniques, he is also greedy, avaricious, and a crook.
Vila: Has he got any faults?

Servalan: No hand is a winning hand until it's played.

Vila: "Why deal when you can conceal," isn't just my motto.

Guard: Where did you get that? [the metal triangle]
Vila: I found it. It was stuck in one of your men.

Vila's reason for not joining in the fight: All that dust, very bad for the chest.

Orac (offended): You suggested I "spare you the technical details."
Avon: Don't sulk, Orac, I have a little more time now.

Avon asks Vila what he's up to.
Vila: Oh, nothing much - I've been shot at, trodden on, nearly captured twice... (explosion) ... and now I think they're trying to blow me up. A fairly average day.

Sand

Servalan: Of course, you just happened to be passing the door when they said that.

Servalan: There's something you should realize. There are no women like me. I am unique. That makes me rather dangerous.

Dayna: I trust you, Avon.
Avon: I must be slipping.

Vila: I could never stand the sight of blood.
Dayna: The feeling is probably mutual.

Servalan: I hate to tell you this, Tarrant, but you just killed an enemy of mine.
Tarrant: Everyone's entitled to one very bad mistake.

Orac becoming irrational: I love you. My emotions are deeper than the seas of time.
Avon reacts: his face says "NOOO!!"

Servalan: What fascinating violence!
Tarrant: I'm also a fascinating shot. Particularly at a distance of ... three feet?
Servalan: Is that how close we are? Something must be drawing us together.

Tarrant: You mean, I put the gun away, and you and I trip hand in hand across the base, until you brain me with some convenient blunt instrument?

Tarrant: What a lucky little commissioner you are!

Tarrant: Being shut in here with you is rather like being locked in a cage with a panther: a black cat with large golden eyes and long silver talons.
Servalan (doe-eyed): Oh Tarrant, I'm just the girl next door.
Tarrant: If you were the girl next door, I'd move.
Servalan: Where would you move to, Tarrant?
Tarrant: Next door.

Soolin: His [Vila] pulse is very weak.
Avon: That goes with the rest of him.

Avon: This is not just a rescue mission for poor, gallant Tarrant! While the sand remains active, the planet will not let go of us!! ... How do you think we are going to get away?
(Dayna and Soolin run to their positions)
Avon: I take it that means yes.
Dayna: Well, how could we refuse, Avon? After all, you are the dominant male, aren't you?

Soolin: You gambled, Avon, but you won.
Avon: Do I get a prize?

Avon: And she [Servalan] got it too - your sympathy, I mean.
Tarrant: Yes, Avon. ... I've said all I'm going to.

Avon: Servalan may not get off there alive. Which would make you the last man in her life. Ironic, isn't it?
(Tarrant takes a deep breath)

Gold

Avon: They are not "my gang," Keelin, we are together for mutual convenience.

Keelin: The mine on Zerok is underground.
Dayna: Like most mines.

Keelin goes on calling Soolin "pretty one" despite her showing him that she's armed.

Vila: Soolin! We thought you were dead!
Soolin: You sound disappointed.

Avon: Be ready, Vila.
Vila: Aren't I always?
Avon: No, you're not.

Servalan: Avon. Would you be careful with the gun.

Tarrant: Servalan's not just some greedy gangster.
Avon: Certainly, that is exactly what she is.

Orbit

Dayna (trying to make a gentle suggestion): Um, shouldn't he have some sort of back-up, Avon?
Avon: I was hoping you would volunteer.
Dayna: All right, I'm a volunteer.
Avon: Do I hear three? No! I didn't think I would.
Vila: You know I like to stick with you, Avon - where it's safe.

Egrorian: You are a cautious man, Avon.
Avon: That is a habit that I'm hoping to live with.

Avon: Vila, if I didn't know you better, I'd say you were trying to get out of this!

Pindar: Pleased to make your acquaintance ma'am.
Vila: I think he's talking to you.
Egrorian: I fear language doesn't come easily to him. He thinks mainly in symbols.
Vila: Doesn't he have symbols for men and women?

Egrorian: What would you say if I offered you the mastery of the galaxy?
Avon: Oh, I would say thank you.
Vila: What, for a whole galaxy? Oh come on, show the man some gratitude!

Egrorian: ...your most loyal and, dare I say it, loving consort!!
(Servalan visibly gulps.)

Soolin: Tell us about the laws of parallel physics, Vila!
Vila: Soolin, the only thing you ever grasped was a gun! Do you want to get brain damage?
Soolin: The way I see it, if you can understand "parallel physics," anyone can.
Vila: Unlike some people around here, I don't boast about my abilities. I keep them hidden.
Dayna: You certainly do.

Avon: DAMN IT!! What weighs seventy kilos?!
Orac: Vila weighs seventy-three kilos, Avon.
(Avon is silent for a moment)
Avon: Vila. Vila? (Then he goes into his "gentle" act from Assassin)

Soolin: And you moved it on your own?
Avon: I couldn't find Vila.
Vila: I'm glad about that.

Vila: It's a trip I won't forget, Avon.
Avon: Well, as you always say, Vila: you know you are safe with me.

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Blake

Vila: I never liked that place anyway.
Soolin: Especially since the wine ran out.
Dayna: I still don't think Zukon told the Federation.
Vila: About the wine? [we know what's on his mind!]

Avon: Figureheads aren't too difficult to come by. Any idiot can be one.
Dayna: On your feet, Vila. This could be your big moment.
Avon: Any idiot within reason, that is.

Vila: We know what we've got planned. Running away is what we've got planned.
Dayna: A strategic withdrawal is what we've got planned.
Vila: There's a difference?
Tarrant: Oh yes. A strategic withdrawal is running away, but with dignity.
Vila: So lay in a course and let's get the dignified hell out of here.

Vila: Does that mean safer?
Avon: In the end, winning is the only safety.
Vila: It doesn't mean safer. Didn't think it would.

Avon: Idealism is a wonderful thing. All you really need is someone rational to put it to proper use.
Dayna: Someone like you?

Dayna: She [Servalan] had no reason to lie.
Avon: She doesn't need one. It comes quite naturally to her, like breathing.

Avon: I would have left Blake where he was and said nothing if things had gone according to plan.
Tarrant: I must try and work that into the conversation when we meet him.

Slave: I don't wish to interrupt, Master.
Orac: Then kindly don't!
Slave: I wasn't talking to you!
Orac: You were attempting to over-ride a superior system! Be silent!

[When the sirens go off, I almost expected to hear, "Sorry, I didn't meant to do that. Please call me Eddie if it will help you relax."]

Vila: There must be something we can do!
Avon: ... I'll accept suggestions!
Vila: How does "abandon ship" grab you?

Avon: Do you want to wait around until we hit something soft?

Slave: The ground is very close, sir!
Tarrant: I KNOW THAT!!!

Blake: It's getting so you can't make a dishonest living on this planet anymore.

Soolin: Surely you're not afraid of the dark.
Vila: Only when it's unilluminated.

Soolin: If you want to survive on this planet, you have to assume that everyone's out to get you!
Vila: I always assume that, wherever I go.
Soolin: The difference is, on Gauda Prime, you'll be right.

Avon: The fire was stupid. Leaving Vila on guard was suicidal. What's the matter - is staying alive too complicated for you?

Vila: What hit me?
Dayna: Don't worry Vila - they went for your least vulnerable spot.
Vila: Oh, my head!
Dayna: Exactly.

Soolin: I really could be quite annoyed if I thought we'd been the bait in a trap you'd laid, Avon!

Tarrant: What on earth happened to you?
Blake: Most of it wasn't on Earth, Tarrant.

Tarrant: Is it him?
Vila: It's him.

Avon: STAND STILL!! Is it true? Have you betrayed us? Have you betrayed me??

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