- Seamus Harper: All right. You wanna know what I think?
- Beka Valentine: Oh, good. Now for another chapter in The World According to Seamus Harper.
- Seamus Harper: Hey, my favourite book. Chapter 12, Paragraph 8, Verse 3. The universe hates you. Deal with it.
- Beka Valentine: That's comforting.
- Seamus Harper: ll right. Remember when we heisted those grav speeders on Infinity Atoll, took 'em for a spin?
- Beka Valentine: Yeah, sure.
- Seamus Harper: Well, the thing that I remember most about those eggbeaters was, I'd be whipping along, and every once in a while I'd hit a swarm of bugs. Poor little bastards just minding their own business, not doing anything wrong, and a little bit of bad timing on their part, and splat, all over the windshield.
- Beka Valentine: Tragic.
- Seamus Harper: Damn straight. The thing is, as far as the universe is concerned, we're all bugs, just hopping along, loving life, until one day fate decides to introduce each and every single one of us to our very own, personalised windscreen. So yeah, maybe Dylan is crazy. Maybe he doesn't have a chance in *hell* of rebuilding the Commonwealth. And maybe one day something will come along and splat him too. But we're all gonna get splat eventually.
- Beka Valentine: Yeah, but you forgot one thing. Dylan is not flying around minding his own business. He's looking for windscreens.
- Seamus Harper: Right. But with us on his side, he might just be the only bug alive tough enough to blast right through.
- Rev Bem: Fire control sensors on-line. Captain, I... I hope you do not expect me to fire the ship's weapons.
- Captain Dylan Hunt: This isn't the time, Rev.
- Rev Bem: Nevertheless, I will man the sensors, but I will not fire the weapons.
- Beka Valentine: I could've told you that.
- Trance Gemini: He's dying.
- Captain Dylan Hunt: Damn. It should've been hours before anyone started feeling the effects.
- Beka Valentine: If he was a good little citizen of the Commonwealth, I'm sure he'd be fine. Harper was raised in a refugee camp. He's got a dodgy immune system at the best of times. He sure can't stand up to this radiation bath you've got us soaking in.
- Captain Dylan Hunt: How long before his condition becomes irreversible?
- Trance Gemini: Four hours, maybe less.
- Seamus Harper: Ooo, shiny.
- Captain Dylan Hunt: I'm going to make that ship out there think that you're me, trying to escape. And then, while they're busy reducing you to your constituent atoms, I'll swing around from behind and blow them out of the sky. Now, I might get them before they get you, and I might not, but you've made your choice, so that's not really my problem. My obligation is to protect the lives of the people on this ship, and that's what I intend to do. Which is why Harper stays here. And you'll take him over my dead body...
- Beka Valentine: You're bluffing. You can't make the Maru look like the Andromeda.
- [Dylan holds up a device]
- Seamus Harper: Oops... Sorry, Beka.
- Captain Dylan Hunt: I never walk into a situation without a plan for getting out in one piece. So make the call, Beka. Do you want to walk with me and live, or walk out on me and die?
- Tyr Anasazi: This is a farce. The captain's plan is killing us. I can feel my DNA being shredded molecule by molecule.
- Beka Valentine: Well, look on the bright side. Maybe some stray cosmic ray will zap just the right gene and give your children some killer mutation that will make all the other Nietzscheans weep with envy.
- Captain Dylan Hunt: Come about Zero-Four-Niner and slow to three quarters.
- Beka Valentine: Coming about Zero...
- Captain Dylan Hunt: Now hard left, ninety degrees positive, all ahead full.
- Beka Valentine: This must be the old nauseate-your-enemy ploy.
- Captain Dylan Hunt: Keep it up. Random speed, heading, and attitude changes. I want Andromeda bucking like a drunken Vedran with a Nightsider on it's back.
- Beka Valentine: Sounds like my last date.
- Captain Dylan Hunt: You can tell us about that later.
- Seamus Harper: Trance, is it my imagination or is it beginning to go really hot in here?
- Trance Gemini: Temperature readings are stable, and the bucky cables are still radiating heat perfectly. It's all in your mind.
- Seamus Harper: Oh. Good. Insanity, I can deal with.
- [Harper, frustrated trying to make repairs, bangs his fist on the wall]
- Captain Dylan Hunt: [entering] You're supposed to fix my ship, not beat her to death.
- Seamus Harper: Sorry. Sometimes, uh, high tech problems demand low tech solutions.
- [first lines]
- Captain Dylan Hunt: Shots from behind this line...
- [shoots basketball and makes the shot]
- Captain Dylan Hunt: ... are worth three. Any questions?
- Tyr Anasazi: One. All these rules... whats the point?
- Captain Dylan Hunt: Rules force you to out-think your opponent, instead of out-muscle him. Now isn't that a useful lesson for life-or-death situations?
- Tyr Anasazi: Certainly. And when the Magog unleash their dreaded bouncing-ball attack, we'll make them rue the day.
- [last lines]
- [Dylan knocks Tyr to the floor then dunks the basketball]
- Tyr Anasazi: What happened to playing by the rules?
- Captain Dylan Hunt: Let's just say I owed you one... Now, you gonna take your free throws, or what?
- Captain Dylan Hunt: But when the shooting starts, you're gonna have to trust me.
- Beka Valentine: I'm not big on trust.
- Captain Dylan Hunt: Then it's time to learn.
- Beka Valentine: You were right.
- Captain Dylan Hunt: I'm the skipper, I'm always right.
- [Beka gives him a look]
- Captain Dylan Hunt: Except when I'm... wrong.
- Beka Valentine: How can you tell the difference?
- Captain Dylan Hunt: Usually, I wait for my first officer to give ma a swift kick in the head.
- Beka Valentine: Oh. I might be able to help you there.