150 Best Andromeda Ascendant Quotes

Captain: I mean, the man just handed us a field guide to the Genites. Leadership, organisation, locations. It's all too convenient. I just don't trust things that are too convenient.
Andromeda: Hmm?
Captain: That one is mine.
Andromeda: Ah. You know, whether he's telling the truth or not, he's right about one thing.
Captain: What's that?
Andromeda: We can't afford to do nothing about the Genites.
Captain: Even then, the real question remains.
Andromeda: The trust question?
Captain: Trust. Admiral Stark always said: if your mother says she loves you, verify it. Maybe we should take her advice.

Rommie: Harper, when are you going to realize that your "luck", as you call it, will never change? Although, you're becoming quite a connoisseur of women walkin' away from ya...

Rommie: No, I didn't. Because I'm a warship, and warships only know how to do one thing, and that's kill. We don't have hearts. We don't have empathy. We're killers. We're attack dogs. And I'm afraid! The Balance of Judgment went insane, the Pax Magellanic went insane, and I don't want that to happen to me.
Dylan: You're forgetting something. The Balance of Judgment had no captain, no crew. The Pax lost her captain. Why do you think warships have captains in the first place?... I'm your heart, Rommie... I always will be.

Saguro: Genius! Who designed these modifications?
Trance: He did.
Saguro: This is your work. Hmm, we should make babies together.
Seamus: You two, out!
Andromeda: No.
Trance: Whatever.
Seamus: Why does it always take a fantastically beautiful but evil genius to recognize the genius in me?
Trance: Harper...
Seamus: Sorry.

Rommie: It ate my drones!

Rommie: In the Commonwealth, artificial intelligences had all the rights and privileges of any other citizen. I was an equal.
Beka: Yeah, well, that was then, this is now. Some places, they worship androids, and some places, they melt them down.
Rommie: Gabriel prefers synthetic life form.
Beka: Gabriel prefers? Yeah, I think I get it. Rommie has a crush on the new guy.
Rommie: It's not like that. Gabriel is a unique opportunity. The first chance I've had to interface with one of my own...
Beka: Interface? Hmm. I've never heard it put quite that way before.

Seamus: Somebody has to wake Dylan.
Trance: I'm not waking Dylan.
Seamus: Andromeda?
Andromeda: Don't bother - I'm sure he's already awake.

Andromeda: His route is anomalous and inconsistent. The records are intact, but they lack any logic... he dropped out of nowhere.
Captain: Careful not to get too technical, Andromeda. I might not be able to follow it.

Andromeda: I'm afraid I have some bad news.
Captain: I didn't authorize any bad news.
Beka: I'll file a reprimand.

Andromeda: Dylan, I'm not reading any pulses or brainwaves from the plague victims, and their bodies register at room temperature.
Tyr: Well, that would make sense. They're corpses.
Andromeda: Yes, the trouble is they're walking around the ship trying to kill you.
Tyr: [Dylan looks at Tyr] You're surprised? That's what you get for incessantly trying to help!
Dylan: The ungrateful dead.

Andromeda: Dylan is right. I don't have time for this.
Andromeda: I knew this humanoid body of Harper's would cause trouble.
Rommie: It's not Harper's body, it's mine!
Andromeda: You mean mine, don't you?
Rommie: No, I don't! I'm a person... despite the circuitry. My own person!
Andromeda: [to Andromeda Ascendant] Now it's quoting him.
Andromeda: This is not in my performance specs. I'm supposed to be a warship, not a lovesick schoolgirl.
Andromeda: The geometry is depressingly familiar.
Andromeda: A triangle. The unattainable captain on one side, the charismatic newcomer on the other.
Rommie: Stop talking about me as if I'm not here! Both of... you.
Andromeda: This is confusing.
Andromeda: Well, I for one don't want to have anything to do with this!

Rommie: The enemy destroyer was eliminated, but Castalian casualties are still high. Five of their ships are down. The planet was bombarded. Estimated civilian casualties: five million.
Beka: That's a lot of sushi.
Dylan: It's not funny, Beka.
Beka: Looked pretty darned funny from here.
Dylan: Look, if you're all finished insulting our allies, might I remind you that the point of these training exercises is to improve their morale, not destroy it.
Seamus: Look, Dylan, if you think Aquaman and the Silver Surfer here are going to help you stop the Magog, you may as well start basting yourself with steak sauce now and avoid the rush.

Andromeda: I wish you wouldn't do that. What if your anti-grav harness failed and I couldn't catch you in time?
Dylan: Oh, Andromeda, you wouldn't let that happen, because then you'd have to break in a new captain.

Andromeda: We are not the droids you're looking for.
Doyle: What is that?
Andromeda: I don't know, but it didn't work.

[last lines]
Rev: I believe anything that can love... has a soul. Have you ever felt love?
Rommie: I've learned... that it's dangerous to love. It can drive you crazy.
Rev: Then, perhaps... that's what tears are for.

Captain: That stays.
[leaves]
Seamus: What'd I do?
Rommie: Personal effects of the crew.

Tyr: Consider this: if I wanted Dylan dead, or anyone else for what matter, he'd be a corpse already. If we find him alive, then I must be innocent, and you'll owe me an apology.
Rommie: And if we find him alive, I'll give you one. But if we find him otherwise, I'll give you something else entirely. Do we understand each other?
Tyr: My lady, I imagine in all your years no one has ever accused you of being obscure.

Seamus: You want some? I could pour it into a spectral analyzer or something.
Andromeda: Thanks, but I prefer the logic chips.
Seamus: I can fix that.

Rommie: Hector must have been a fine replacement.
Dylan: Hector? Oh, yeah, well, he was more than fine, he was - he was great. I mean he...
[Dylan notices Rommie looking a bit offended]
Dylan: ...Ah, but he could never be, you know, what - what you are.
Rommie: And that is?
Dylan: The air that I breathe.
Rommie: Literally.

Beka: Trance? Trance!
Andromeda: She has no life signs, Beka.
Beka: You say that like it matters.

Seamus: I've got a stupid question. Why don't we just bomb the whole ship stem to stern, kill them all at once?
Andromeda: Bomb the ship.
Seamus: Not explosion bomb. Bug bomb. Insecticide.
Andromeda: Ah. Metallovores are vulnerable to only one kind of airborne poison.
Tyr: Corrosive gases.
Seamus: Oh, that would wipe us out.
Captain: A bait station.
Seamus: Yes! I could make them out of Rommie's skin.
Andromeda: Excuse me?
Captain: Make as many as you can as fast as you can, Harper... Why are you still standing here?

[first lines]
Andromeda: Battle stations. Battle stations. All crew, man your battle stations.

Rommie: That's ceremonial china from the Than ambassador.
Seamus: Really? Sounds like a spool of superconductor wire to me.
Rev: Perhaps you should not watch this.
Rommie: If I don't keep my eyes open, he'll probably sell them.

Achilles: Did you feel all three hundred years pass you by, or was it just a tick of the clock?
Andromeda: It was a moment, the longest moment of my life. When I finally escaped, my Captain and I were alone. But that's over now, and it can be for you, too. We're here to help you escape.
Achilles: Why? The Commonwealth is gone.
Andromeda: We're building a new one, and we need you to help us protect it.
Achilles: So we ships would be the core of a new High Guard... it is a beautiful dream, Andromeda.

[last lines]
Rommie: I was wrong.
Captain: Hm?
Rommie: I... didn't think Beka could be trusted to complete the mission.
Captain: She came through, though, in the end.
Rommie: Still, you took a big risk, trusting her.
Captain: Well, that's the thing. I'm not a computer. I can't do a spectrographic analysis with my eyes. Sometimes I have to take risks to be able to tell the real hearts from the fake ones.

Beka: Oh, man. A year ago, I was running spare parts from Canopy to San-Ska-Re, and now... I'm sitting in the middle of the apocalypse.
Andromeda: Well, on the bright side, the Worldship is heading toward the known worlds, anyway. Before, you just didn't know about it. At least this way you can face it head-on.
Beka: That was such a warship thing to say.

Dylan: Missile tubes 1 through 5.
Rommie: Are you sure that's necessary?
Dylan: It's chasing us and that's rude. We'll teach it some manners.

Captain: I am completely out of patience and time. I'm convinced taking him to Sinti for a coronation is a big mistake.
Rommie: Coronation? The man hasn't even been elected yet.
Captain: The universe has a sick sense of humour, Rommie. I mean, is this what I've invested my blood in? Rebuilding the Commonwealth so I can hand the reins over to someone like Sid? I'd rather just throw him to the Magog.
Rommie: You could probably get away with that.

Andromeda: Irish Gaelic. Earth based. An adaptive form. You're making seductive overtures to me in a dead language?
Harper: Hey, it's not dead the way I speak it baby. Il dit mon coeur.
Andromeda: And French. Harper, what has gotten into you?
Andromeda: Ru Olyev Olyev Sfinki.
Andromeda: And now, Perseid. Harper, I had no idea you were such a cunning linguist.

Andromeda: The fleet is turning toward the Achilles and powering up their engines.
Tyr: They are unarmed, are they not?
Mila: That depends on your point of view. We still have ourselves.
Captain: True, but attacking us is a little self-defeating, don't you think?
Ryan: Since when did AI Stand for artificial insanity?

Rommie: Rhade's vitals are strong. The slipfighter's are not.

Andromeda: Dylan. I've just been in contact with Vice-Admiral Kosugi, the Commander of the Sabra-Jaguar detachment.
Captain: Yeah?
Andromeda: He got the same report we did about the Pyrian movements throughout the known worlds, but he's withdrawing his ships to defend Venceremos.
Captain: And what exactly is he defending against? Oh, Nietzscheans. You know, surprise, surprise. Running away. All right, get this Admiral Kosugi on a comm line for me.
Andromeda: I already told him that you wouldn't approve. Then he quoted me some obscure paragraph of the mutual defence pact.
Captain: All right, you know, just get him anyway, and I'll tell him where he can put his mutual defence pact.

Andromeda: I'm not saying the Patriarch is right, but think of it this way. Even if he has the memories and personality of Admiral Stark, he's not the person you remember. Dylan, you woke up one day and civilisation was gone. Admiral Stark watched it fall. She stood in the ashes blaming herself. Hating the Nietzscheans. Just... hating. Tragedy changes people, even the good ones.

[first lines]
Rommie: And if this were the old days, I would note this in my permanent files.
Captain: So you want to lodge an official protest against inviting Doge Miskich onboard.
Rommie: Hosting negotiations between Miskich and Clarion of Loss is like... trying to juggle live plasma grenades.
Captain: High risk, high reward.

Andromeda: The chance of a specific human DNA combination reoccurring is approximately one in three times ten to the fifteenth power.
Tyr: Telemachus Rhade isn't just any human. He's the product of sixteen centuries of selective breeding.
Dylan: Homo sapiens invictus have the same number of chromosomes as unmodified Homo sapiens.
Tyr: Yes, but a smaller sampling. No Nietzschean carries the gene for astigmatism, acromegaly, arterial sclerosis. You combine that with extensive safeguards against mutation and what you've got is...
Dylan: And the odds are still in the trillions.
Tyr: It's a big universe.
Dylan: Yeah, and a bigger coincidence. You know, I don't trust coincidences, especially ones named Rhade.
Tyr: You should know by now that you can never trust any Nietzschean... except me.

[Rommie hacked into a computer system, opening a door]
Dylan: That's my girl.
Rommie: I prefer 'warship.'
Dylan: I prefer 'girl.'
[Rommie shoots the attackers shooting at them]
Dylan: Okay, 'warship.'

Doyle: What tone? All I said was holographic artificial intelligence.
Andromeda: Tone meaning attitude, the underlying emotion of sarcasm.
Trance: There's work that needs to be done here, guys.
Andromeda: I control all functions on this starship. You may access me at points which I determine and mediate.
Doyle: On the other hand, I have a body and am free to walk around.
Andromeda: Then you are also free to leave and not come back.
Trance: Okay, I'm going to the SEC. You can call me when you're friends, okay? Okay.

Beka: Been there, done that, bought the tee shirt.
Rommie: Ooooh. So that explains your wardrobe.
Beka: Don't even start with me, I've seen what's in YOUR closet.

Beka: That's the last time I go to the mat for you guys. "Dependency is weakness, weakness is death." You know what, Tyr? You know what? I got two words for you, un, Anabolic, uh, Steroids! Oh, yeah, I forgot.
[chuckles]
Beka: You're Mister Pure and Natural, aren't you? Yeah, you're, uh, too good for human women, that's for sure.
Andromeda: Beka, is there anything you need?
Beka: Yeah, uh, a door key.
Andromeda: I was thinking more along the lines of a light supper.

Trance: In a few hours, we can add Seefra Two and Methus Two to the list.
Beka: Yes, well, it may all be part of some grand design, but it's still bloody tragic.
Trance: They did the job.
Andromeda: And they say inorganics lack emotion.
Doyle: Speak for yourself.
Andromeda: I wasn't.

Captain: Don't you communicate with your AI?
Andromeda: I'm really sorry, Captain.
Captain: There's got to be a way back to my ship, unless it's too late. Say, what's with the Dylan Hunt monument?
Andromeda: Oh, the planet was dedicated to you after you died as a memorial for visitors from the three galaxies.
Captain: Oh, well, it appears I was very inspiring.
Andromeda: Well, you are Dylan Hunt. Obviously not the one who died many years ago, but a different and equally real Dylan Hunt.

Trance: But this is different. You said to Beka that Rommie was more like an extension of yourself.
Andromeda: Like my left hand.
Trance: Well, I don't know about you, but if I lost my left hand, I wouldn't be very happy.
Andromeda: No. No, you wouldn't.

Andromeda: For a man who killed his captain and best friend without saying a word, you certainly seem reluctant to let him go.
Gaheris: I did what I had to do.
Andromeda: For what? For the Commonwealth? The glory of the Nietzschean people? Look around you, Commander. You killed him for nothing.

Tyr: How are you?
Andromeda: Oh, I'm hanging in there.
Dylan: That's not funny.
Dylan: I'm just trying to break the tension, Dylan.
Dylan: I'm not tense.
Andromeda: Well, you look it.
Tyr: What are they doing here?
Andromeda: They're trying to use me to focus their power source. Their generator's not online yet. Ahem. I'd like to get down now.
Dylan: We're working on it.

Rommie: Shut up and remember how much you love me.

Andromeda: The communication is jammed.
Beka: Well, try something else.
Andromeda: Efforting.
Beka: Efforting?

[On the Maru, seeing Andromeda approach and laying down cover fire]
Rommie: Oh, Andromeda, am I glad to see me.

Doyle: I do remember you are very good at bluffing. I, however, can tell if you're lying.
Captain: Well, then you know, this is no bluff.
Rommie: True, you are calm, but still, I call your bluff.
Doyle: Rommie, you are the avatar of this ship, but no more than that. You still must answer to Dylan's command.
Rommie: If that is so, if I am THE avatar, as you say, then that would make you... superfluous.

Captain: There's nothing I can do. Beka's on her way to you.
Seamus: Great. Great. Thanks for nothing, pal. See you in the next life.
Andromeda: Harper terminated.
Captain: Bad choice of words.

Rommie: It's depressing seeing myself in this condition again.
Beka: You've seen worse.
Rommie: Yes, but it's the repetition of being shot at that I find so annoying. I would like just *one* day where I build missiles and tweak fire control in peace.
Beka: We definitely need to find *you* a hobby.
Rommie: THAT IS MY HOBBY!

Andromeda: What happened to the good old days when ships just broadsided one another?
Beka: The steam engine was invented?

Rommie: What's suspect about the order? She's an Admiral, she wants a Nova bomb, and you have one.
Captain: It is not that simple.
Rommie: This isn't about the Nova bomb, and it isn't about Uxulta's legitimacy. This is about you.
Captain: Excuse me?
Rommie: The Vedrans came back and they didn't inform you. Now they want something from you and they won't tell you why. They're leaving you out of the loop, and you think you deserve better. You're angry, you're hurt, and that's okay, because you're human. However, you are still High Guard. These orders are legal, and you must obey.

Captain: That doesn't look good.
Rommie: I am the Andromeda Ascendant, and I am come to seek my revenge.
Captain: That doesn't sound good either.

Captain: Hi, Rommie. How am I doing?
Rommie: Not so good.
Captain: Thanks.

Rommie: I'm detecting 13 battle cruisers and 11 Geruda class fighters.
Captain: Nietzscheans.
Rommie: Drago-Kazov.
Seamus: Whoa, that's my dream. That was my dream! Back when we agreed to escort this lousy Commonwealth convoy deep into the DMZ, we were ambushed by Nietzscheans.
Beka: Hey, dreamweaver! Before you go all Trance on us, this is not an ambush. That's Nietzschean-on-Nietzschean action.

Andromeda: Intruder, identify yourself. What are you doing in my mind?
Seamus: Rommie, it's me! Harper!
Andromeda: What is your authorization code?
Seamus: Uh... uh, Whiskey Charlie Delta Blues? I-I don't know.

Rommie: You know what I really want?
Tyr: An avatar unencumbered by cleavage?

Rommie: I'll dispatch a courier to Tri-Lorn immediately, but you are aware we suffered no damage to our GFG.
Captain: We did if I say we did. Strategic truth.
Rommie: Right. And the strategy is?
Captain: I need time to find Tyr and understand his scheme. Rhade is the key to that.
Rommie: Right. And the truth is?
Captain: I am beginning not to trust certain aspects of the Commonwealth, and I don't like that one bit.

Andromeda: Checking all available databases for Bartolome Naz. All I see is a Bartolome Naz who was a forward striker for the Talos Two springball team. He led the Talons in assists for two seasons in a row... He's corrupted the database.

Trance: What does a Nietzschean mother hope for her son when she names him Gengis Stalin?
Andromeda: He's said to be a delightful conversationalist.

Rommie: Harper. The amount of garbage he creates and consumes boggles the mind. Take this disgusting substance, for example. Sparky Cola. It has no nutritional value, rots the teeth, and slowly dissolves the digestive tract. And yet he imbibes at least three thousand millilitres of it every single day.

[last lines]
Captain: Captain Dylan Hunt, Commanding Officer. Nova containment authorized. Ten Break Alpha.
Andromeda: Sir? Are you sure you want to retain a Nova bomb on board ship?
Captain: No. But all the same, Ten Break Alpha.

Andromeda: File D has a homing signal. The Magog have picked it up, and they're following it.
Beka: Dylan, they're targeting the drone.
Captain: What, they're going to detonate it?
Andromeda: It's a suicide mission.
Captain: You know, Magog are the polar opposite of Nietzscheans.

Captain: Trust me.
Seamus: Oh, we trust you. You feel guilty for leaving the Orca homeless. You want to turn foes into friends. You're a nice guy, but Tyr?
Beka: Tyr only helps those who help Tyr, and suddenly now he needs to save a Pride who swore to kill him?
Captain: The only person Tyr wants to save is his wife.
Seamus: What?
Andromeda: Approaching the slipstream portal.
Seamus: Who the hell would marry Tyr?
Captain: Beka?
Beka: Slipping.

Maia: How can you hear that?
Rommie: Oh, I'm an android. I'm full of surprises.

Rommie: Harper, we can't keep trading punches with them all day.
Seamus: So manoeuvre or something. Er, damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.

[first lines]
[Andromeda looking at her face in a monitor]
Seamus: [entering] You're welcome.
Andromeda: For what?
Seamus: The lips. I, uh, spent a lot of time getting those just the right shape, right texture.
Andromeda: Hmm. How very thoughtful of you.
Seamus: Why? You don't like 'em?
Andromeda: No. No, I do. They're very... lip-like.

Dylan: Rommie, do you believe in fate?
Andromeda: The idea that the universe is a vast preprogrammed machine does have it appeal.

Eureka: Alert. Alert. Magog swarm ship approaching. PDL's are offline.
Rommie: Somebody here call for a ride?
Tyr: Rescued by a swarm ship.
Rev: You see? Not only is there a Divine, He has a twisted sense of humor.

Seamus: We got you! Oh, did we get him. Look at his face. Okay, you see that? *That* is why you don't tell him a week ahead of time.
Captain: Who put you up to this?
Rommie: Harper overrode my emergency protocols. He said it was necessary for the gag.

[first lines]
Rommie: Trance says the relief supplies are ready for transport, and Tyr's security squads and the volunteers from the Drift are on board.
Captain: Good.
Beka: Good news and bad news from the Pythians. The good news is that the earthquakes from the comet strike have stopped. The bad news is that the entire planet is now shrouded in dust. Anyone who wasn't starving is now freezing to death.

[a naked Andromeda walks onto the bridge]
Hayek: Who are you?
Andromeda: I am Andromeda. The ship made flesh.
Hayek: You're just another liar, like all of them. Kill her!
Andromeda: I don't think so.
[all the invaders fall to the deck]
Seamus: Oh! Artificial gravity field. Don't it just suck?
Andromeda: Dylan may not be a god... but on this ship... *I am*!

Rommie: Nice flying, Tyr. If I ate food, you'd be wearing it.
Tyr: Lovely image. And they say AIs have no poetry in their souls.
Rommie: Nope, no poetry, but we're hell on wheels with a dirty limerick. Wanna hear one? There once was a man from Nan...
[machine beeps, revealing a system full of High Guard ships]
Tyr: What do you see?
Rommie: Poetry.

Rommie: I used to have 800 Lancers stationed on me.
Dylan: I can just think of the eavesdropping potential.
Rommie: I don't eavesdrop, I monitor... for security purposes.

Trance: Andromeda, turn us towards the World Ship.
Andromeda: Please advise on strategy.
Trance: We're going to bring Light to the Darkness.

Captain: Rommie, would you mind?
Rommie: Human brains in a box.
Captain: Well, that's certainly... gross.
Rommie: And puzzling. Not exactly your standard carry-on item.

Rommie: Our problem is with our other allies: Castalia, Moebius, Sintii... They're not exactly superpowers. I'm Dylan's only real military asset.
Beka: One he can't afford to lose.
Rommie: Mmmhmm.
Beka: Unfortunately, Dylan gave Charlemagne and the Jaguars his word, and that's the one thing he's got that's even less expendable than you.

Rommie: As you might expect for Marduk's capital city, Baal is heavily defended. The intel forwarded to us by the Exterior Ministers places the reactor here. However, I would recommend that on approach, just four clicks north of Baal, you activate your sensors to confirm the location of any residual voltarium emissions.
Tyr: You haven't the slightest idea where the refinery is located, do you?
Rommie: Not really, no.

Beka: So, what you're saying is that you randomly chose a bunch of, uh, human female features. You mixed them all up and, uh... this was the first face that you came up with?
Rommie: I may have experimented with a few options.
Beka: Define "a few".
Rommie: One hundred and seventy thousand, eight hundred and ninety four.
Beka: I knew it!

Dylan: The Magog.
Rommie: On the run, for now. I deployed Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum.
Dylan: How are the lads?
Rommie: Efficent, as usual. They drove off the first wave of the Magog assault ships.

[commenting on the incoming Magog worldship]
Rommie: Before you didn't know about it. Now you're facing it head-on.
Beka: That is such a warship thing to say.

Captain: Tyr.
Rommie: It's Tyr's slipfighter.
Andromeda: It is empty. There is no sign of life.
Seamus: What a surprise, huh? Tyr abandoned yet another ship. So where the hell could he have gone?
Captain: It doesn't matter. We did more than we needed to save him.
Rommie: He'll survive.
Seamus: Yeah, I prefer to assume the worst.
Beka: Tyr's made it through some pretty tough scrapes before.
Seamus: Like I said, the worst. With our luck, he probably made it through this one, too.

Tyr: Love is merely a trick that DNA plays to replicate itself.
Andromeda: I don't have DNA.
Tyr: My point exactly! Are the two of you planning to procreate? Will there be a nursery full of little grav-sleds and data disks... hmm?
Andromeda: Cynic.
Seamus: [to Tyr] Well said. You should consider a career as a, uh, therapist.
Tyr: My first professional recommendation: focus on your work! And stop worrying about your life-sized love doll.

Beka: Parlays away, Tyr. This bogey is hostile. Target its vulnerable spots. It does have vulnerable spots, right?
Rommie: Beats me.
Harper: Beats me? Two words I never expected to hear from a warship with a brain your size.

Andromeda: I don't think he knows. Since last night, he's started and abandoned dozens of projects and upgrades. Although, I must say, the ones he's performed on moi, c'est tres magnifique.
Captain: ou're speaking French now?
Andromeda: Oui. Per his request.

Trance: Goodbye Andromeda. Goodbye to your comforts... Your joys... Your sheltering arms. Goodbye Maru... Rhade... Harper... Beka... Rommie... Goodbye... Dylan...
Rommie: Terminating conversation.
Trance: Andromeda? Andromeda!
Unknown: Have you come home from your journey? Have you come home from your path? Dream, dear one... dream.

Beka: Any sign of the Maru?
Andromeda: A few hull fragments and missile vapour. Not enough to imply she was destroyed.
Beka: Okay, so the Maru arrived early, tangled with some unidentified bad guys, which begs the question...
Trance: Where's Dylan? Where's our crew?
Beka: Where's my ship?

Captain: Hail them.
Rommie: No response.
Captain: Plot an intercept course.
Seamus: Er, boss? Isn't that a little dangerous for a good deed?
Captain: We're on the Andromeda, Mister Harper. I like our odds.

Rommie: It ate my drones!

Beka: Life signs?
Andromeda: Potentially one.
Beka: Potentially?
Andromeda: It is very weak.

Andromeda: Wait, I'm detecting a Nietzschean task force. Four light minutes away and closing.
Seamus: Ten capital ships, forty fighters? Oh, great. Can I get fries with that?

Andromeda: You know, Dylan, it's only a matter of time before these creatures find another way to focus the energy in the generator.
Captain: Exactly. That's why we're going to blow this thing up.
Tyr: We get to go home first, right?

Captain: If we pull this off, the Than Hegemony will owe us a huge debt, and if we don't try, they'll destroy Pierpoint drift.
Rommie: Pierpont Drift is a den of thieves. I say let the Than blow them up.
Captain: Well, that is why *you* are not conducting the negotiations.

Ngomi: Philip Kim? I got to tell you, you're in deep, way deep. So, you on the Mobius payroll, sweetheart? Or are you more of a free agent?
Rommie: Free agent? I don't know what you think this is, but if my husband every found out...
Ngomi: Tell me another one.
Rommie: If you insist.

Andromeda: Harper, you wanted to know when Doyle's signal reappeared. It has, on Seefra Five.
Beka: Seefra Five? I don't think so...
Seamus: Thank you, Andromeda.
[to Beka]
Seamus: I want her to feel included.

[last lines]
Rommie: Dylan, about Sara...
Captain: You figured out what happened to the Starry Wisdom?
Rommie: No, not yet. But I do know this... Sara may not have been able to pull us from the black hole, but whatever she did changed our orbit enough for the Eureka Maru to finish the job 300 years later... If she hadn't come along...
Captain: We'd still be stuck inside the event horizon.
Rommie: She saved you after all.
Captain: Isn't that what people who love each other do?

Captain: I've always done what I thought was right.
Trance: Then others disagree and feel betrayed.
Captain: Trance, just because someone feels betrayed doesn't prove me guilty any more than their disliking the colour gold makes you evil.
Andromeda: Captain, per your request, Rhade is secured and out of the way.
Captain: Thank you. Keep him there pending my further orders.
Andromeda: The military escort has arrived to take you planetside.
Captain: I don't suppose I should keep them waiting. They might get insulted.

Doyle: You want to hurt him, you have to hurt me first.
Rommie: Fine.

Rommie: What do you mean you don't recognize me? I'm you!
Andromeda: You are a modified Type 3 maintenance android fashioned to look like my A.I. persona. You are decidedly not me.
Andromeda: It isn't responding to my instructions like the other androids.
Andromeda: Whoever modified it must have given it the ability to override my direct control.
Andromeda: I will disassemble it. Perhaps it will give me information about the saboteurs.
Rommie: Like hell I will!
[turns to leave]
Andromeda: This section has been sealed.
Rommie: Oh, really.
[opens door and steps through]
Andromeda: Stop! Where are you going?
Rommie: To find out what's wrong with me. Sometimes I can be a real *pain in the ass*!

Seamus: A map. A treasure map. Maybe your future just got brighter, Beka. Maybe my future just got brighter.
Captain: Daedalus Five, Rommie.
Andromeda: Daedalus five was destroyed by an asteroid three hundred years ago.
Seamus: I told you not to get your hopes up.

Beka: Rommie, I can't believe that you're actually saying that the reason you look like a walking heart attack is for our benefit.
Rommie: I'm not sure what you mean.
Trance: All Beka's trying to say is that she thinks you're pretty.
Beka: No, no, no. I think you went a little overboard on the, uh, pouty lips.

[After the robots have landed and started shooting up the assailants]
Prince: You're killing them... You're just like Tyr.
Rommie: No. I'm better.

Gabriel: Well, please tell your Pygmalion he has my gratitude and my admiration. But I don't think even he could wire in an off switch for grief. It's funny. There are those that say that AI's feel no sorrow, no pain. Sometimes I wish they were right... I still see their faces.
Rommie: There was a time when this corridor would have been full of people. My crew. My family. All gone. But life goes on.. even artificial life.
Gabriel: Well, that's easy for you to say. You are a warship.
Rommie: Uh, if that's how you feel...
Gabriel: No, no, I'm sorry. That-that... That didn't come out the way I meant it.

Rommie: There's nothing wrong with me.
Doyle: That's the nature of your system error. You can't tell what's right and what's wrong.
Rommie: I know what's right. Death is right. That's what I want, and you just made my list.
Captain: Well, did you check it twice? Because I know who's been naughty and I know who's been nice.
Rommie: You are at the top of my list.
Captain: So then you're not going alphabetically?

Höhne: We're all painfully aware of your AI's limitations, Captain. That's why we only plan to maintain the quantum interface for another 48 hours or so. Well within your ship's safety limitations.
Rommie: Well. I can't argue with his math.

Seamus: That's a pile of ships.
Andromeda: Two thousand one hundred and three to be exact.
Seamus: Like I said, we're about to be neck deep in a big pile of ships.

Doyle: Harper is resourceful. He may have made one out of broken glass by now, for all we know. And I hate that you know my every move on this ship.
Andromeda: Get used to it.
Doyle: I don't need a lecture about getting used to things. Trust me.
Andromeda: I was merely suggesting a coping strategy.
Doyle: I will cope when I find Harper.
Andromeda: About that: if you were planning on going down to Seefra One, forget about it. I have a drop pod waiting to take me.
Doyle: Oh no, that's the pod I ordered!
Andromeda: Like I said, get used to it.

Trance: And what about you? Where do you belong?
Rommie: Here. Alone.
Trance: But it's not that simple. It never has been.
Rommie: I intend to make it simple.
Trance: How?
Rommie: Process of elimination. Those who betrayed me, I want revenge.
Trance: But who? How do you know who that is?
Rommie: I have a list.

Seamus: I just came here to apologize. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. Please, please don't give me the boot.
Dylan: Well that's strike two. One more and you're out.
Seamus: Strike two? What was strike one?
Dylan: Careful - forgetting strike one is enough to be strike three.
Seamus: Right. Now I remember strike one. That won't happen again either.
Dylan: Dismissed.
Seamus: [to himself as he leaves] What was strike one?
Rommie: [after Harper leaves] Dylan, what was strike one?
Dylan: Well, there wasn't one, but he works better under pressure.

Andromeda: Internal defences ineffectual.
Tyr: It isn't so easy to kill dead people, is it?
Dylan: No.

[first lines]
Andromeda: Code red. Code red. Code red. Code red. Code red. Officers down in Command.
Beka: [regaining consciousness] Heard you the first time.

Rommie: Beka, it's a state dinner. That means formal. Pick something.
Beka: What if they start shooting? How am I supposed to run in a dress?
Rommie: Good heavens, what kind of dinner parties have you been to?

Seamus: Someone has to get to that panel and open it so we can point this emitter at the tubes inside.
Captain: Rommie.
Rommie: Not a problem.
Seamus: Ha, have I ever told you how much I...
Rommie: Psst, you're in a lot of trouble right now.

Andromeda: Dylan, you're too weak to be here.
Captain: Rommie, you are no longer my friend. All right, prepare, prepare for, the library, my, my father's. You know, the Magog Worldship is coming.
Andromeda: Captain, I'm afraid I'm going to have to relieve you of command.
Captain: Well, that's no relief at all.

Andromeda: Hangar deck fifteen. Stowaways in the cargo.
Captain: Do we need bells and whistles for that? Thank you. How did they get past our security?
Andromeda: I'm detecting the deactivation of an electromagnetic cloaking device.
Captain: Nice toy. Mr. Harper, I want one of those.
Seamus: Looks like we just got one.

[last lines]
Andromeda: Code Red. Officers down. Officers down in command. Repeat. We have Code Red. Code Red. Code Red. Officers down. Code Red. Officers down. Repeat. We have Code Red.
Andromeda: Can anyone hear me? Anyone? Anyone?

Rommie: Why didn't you stay down?
Philip: [weakly] You think I'm going to listen to a... to a...
Rommie: An A.I.?
Philip: Woman.

Rommie: [Before being carried off by the attackers from another universe] Oh crap.

Captain: What year is this?
Andromeda: Commonwealth year ten zero ninety one.
Captain: Ten zero ninety one, that's, that's now.
Andromeda: Well, it's over a hundred years since the last time I checked.
Captain: But for me, no time has passed at all... again. Harper!

Seamus: It's not that easy, Trance. Three spiral galaxies, dozens of galactic clusters. There's gotta be hundreds of prison planets.
Andromeda: Three hundred and forty eight, to be exact.
Trance: Really... What about that one.
Beka: Why? Why that one?
Trance: Well, it's... pretty.
Tyr: It's pretty. Now there's a solid reason to risk our lives.
Seamus: You have a better idea?
Tyr: No.

Rommie: Dylan, you're not a very popular person down here.
Captain: Yeah, I know. I feel like a politician.

Beka: What a mess.
Rommie: I'd take that personally if it weren't true.
Beka: On the bright side, with all the pounding you've been through in the last few weeks, it's a wonder you're working at all.
Rommie: And here I was, starting to feel proud of the way my systems were functioning. For the first time since you rescued me from the black hole, I'm almost fully combat-ready.

Rommie: Harper, be careful. You won't fix anything with a broken neck.
Seamus: Ah, like it really matters when we're twenty thousand leagues under the sea and about to be squished into chunky salsa. On the bright side, at least if I'm going down, I know thirteen little baby Magog who are going down with me.
Rommie: That's it, Harper. Stay positive.

Rommie: [to "Dylan", when he tries to kiss her] Dylan...?
Captain: ["Dylan"] Sh-sh-sh... Captain's orders...

Andromeda: The Resolution is powering up weapons.
Dylan: Defensive measures! Activate PDL's.
Andromeda: All defensive systems are off-line.
Dylan: [frustrated] Well, then, throw sticks at them!

Doyle: We've got to find the rock Burma and his goons scrambled under.
Andromeda: Well, he can't have gone far. Tarn Vedra was his only option.
Captain: Tarn Vedra has a lot of rocks, and it's getting more crowded by the minute. Blending in won't be hard.
Doyle: Even with a hostage.
Andromeda: Even with a Harper.

[first lines]
Rommie: [trying on clothes] I don't know, Trance. I just don't really think it's me.
Trance: Don't you want to look good?
Rommie: Well, only in so far as it aids my official functions.
Beka: So your other outfits are, uh, supposed to be functional?
Rommie: Well, they're all approved variations of High Guard officer's uniforms.
Beka: Female officer's uniforms. Very female.

Rommie: The Xinti government is very pleased with us. They're going to sign the Charter. The first world to agree to a restored Commonwealth.

[first lines]
Rommie: Captain on deck!
Beka: I'll alert the media.
Trance: It means we're supposed to stand at pretention.
Captain: At ease, Trance. I think it's a little late in the game to restore the military protocols.

Andromeda: It's a trap.

Rommie: But there's no reason for them to lie about their point of origin.
Andromeda: All the more reason to be suspicious.
Dylan: Talking to yourself is the first sign of mental collapse.
Rommie,42387: Only for wet-ware.
Dylan: So, what are you two talking about?
Rommie: The Om Shanti. I've tested and re-tested their slipstream drive. There's no good reason for her not to fly. Plus, I found some navigational inconsistencies.
Dylan: Curiouser and curiouser.

[last lines]
Tyr: Harper's finished installing that AP valve. We can leave now.
Captain: Good. Andromeda.
Andromeda: Aye, Captain?
Captain: All ahead full.

Rommie: Harper, why don't you find yourself a nice girlfriend?
Seamus: I tried building one, but she doesn't want me!

Beka: That's impossible. Tell me that's impossible!
Andromeda: I don't know. I just... don't know.
Trance: It's not impossible, it's just really unfair.

[first lines]
Andromeda: Warning. AP valve malfunction in the reactor chamber. Repeat. AP valve malfunction in the reactor chamber.

Captain: Rommie.
Andromeda: Do I have to?

Tyr: You're quiet.
Rommie: When I'm in the mood for idle conversation I'll let you know. In the meantime, fly.
Tyr: I think someone's taking her captain's disappearance harder than she'd like to admit.
Rommie: That doesn't sound like flying.

[Refractions of Dawn speaks in his language]
Dylan: I didn't... I didn't catch that last part.
Andromeda: [translating] My life. My soul. For the hive. For the hive.
Refractions: Or as you apes would put it... *Banzai!*

[Rommie and Doyal encounter enemies on Andromeda]
Rommie: [waves hand] We are not the droids you are looking for.
Doyle: [enemies close in, some start firing] What is that?
Rommie: I don't know, but it didn't work!

[first lines]
Höhne: Captain...
Captain: Hang on a second. Rommie, how you holding up?
Rommie: As well as can be expected. Believe me, having your brain connected to a black hole is... not fun.

Rommie: I killed him, Dylan. I loved him, and I killed him.
Dylan: You had no choice.
Rommie: No, I didn't. Because I'm a warship. And warships only know how to do one thing, and that's kill. We don't have hearts. We don't have empathy. We're killers. We're attack dogs. And I'm afraid. The Balance of Judgement went insane, the Pax Magellanic went insane, and I don't want that to happen to me.
Dylan: You're forgetting something. The Balance of Judgement had no captain, no crew. The Pax lost her captain. Why do you think warships have captains in the first place. I'm your heart, Rommie. I always will be.

Seamus: Hey, believe it or not, I actually read that thing. The crap I went through to get that, and it's total gibberish. Steer by the glow of the, uh, Cyclop's eye? It's half mystical mumbo-jumbo, half putrid poetry, and half bad math.
Rommie: That's three halves.
Seamus: Like I said, bad math.

Tyr: I don't recognize that comm protocol.
Andromeda: Neither do I, which is strange enough, but what is stranger still is that that signal is being sent from inside the Andromeda.
Tyr: Where inside the Andromeda?
Andromeda: I don't know. Whoever sent it covered their tracks well, and it's being broadcast omnidirectionally, so it's impossible to determine who it's being sent to, or why.
Tyr: An unauthorised transmission under battle conditions? The why is immaterial. I have a few thoughts concerning the who.

Rommie: If I don't follow Dylan's orders to kill the Cetus and save the planet, I might as well be dead. Because I failed in my mission.
Harper: All right, you're under the influence of stomach acid, you're not thinking straight. This isn't about following orders or ahh, completing the mission is it? It's about Dylan. Because you think he's dead and you don't think you can live without him, right?
Rommie: I'm programmed to carry out orders.
Harper: Yeah, well, that's where we're different, you see I have a choice and I choose not to allow some stupid broken-hearted suicide especially when you're taking me with ya!

Andromeda: So many dead that the corpses are routinely used as a source of fuel. But I'm sure one hero with a forcelance can defy the percentages.
Captain: Et tu, Rommie?
Seamus: Or he'll nicely heat a two bedroom Flash house.
Captain: Okay, okay, thank you both for your optimistic and unwavering support.

Philip: How did you know they were coming?
Rommie: Friends in low places.

[first lines]
Andromeda: Bots down. Deck 15. Deck 12. Deck 11.
Captain: Can it get any better?

[last lines]
Dylan: The Commonwealth needs you, Andromeda. The crew needs you. I need you... So, permission to... chop yourself into pieces is officially denied.
Rommie: Understood... Does it get any better? Does the pain go away?
Dylan: I don't think it's supposed to. It's part of what it means to be alive.

Rommie: I just want a day where I can build missiles and tweak fire control in peace.
Beka: We need to find you a hobby.
Rommie: That IS my hobby.

Rommie: Dylan won't rest until he's back with his ship, and you'll pay the consequences if you stand in the way of a solution. You can take that as a warning.
Captain Fehdman Metis: A warning.
Rommie: Dylan is a remarkable man. He has a way of knowing what he has and what he doesn't have, and how to make the most of it, but he's not a superman. The last time the universe passed him by, civilization fell.
Captain Fehdman Metis: And he's afraid that it will happen again.
Rommie: Only this time, it will be worse, because this time, he'll know what's happening around him, without him.