Gallagher: We walk 100 km. to a 30 year old Russian rock probe that failed to launch and try to jump start it. Gee, why couldn't you make it tough. (Chong Tommy)
Dr. Quinn Burchenal: What if-what if we just tell Huston that there is no life on Mars? Then we just take it for ourselves! We-no listen! We can rule! I can be the king, Gallagher can be the toilet fixer, Chantlis can be the Spiritual Adviser and Pettengail -... has passed out. Ok... (Chong Tommy)
Dr. Quinn Burchenal: Hypoxia? Dizzy. Skin'll tingle. Vision narrows. Then anoxia. Shock, convulsions, acidosis.
Gallagher: Gonna hurt?
Dr. Quinn Burchenal: Yeah. (Chong Tommy)
Dr. Quinn Burchenal: Short time to live, long time to wait. (Chong Tommy)
Gallagher: Well, thats about it. I hate this planet. I really miss Earth. I really miss a lot of things. I... I 'm gonna miss you.
[pause]
Gallagher: Aren't you gonna say anything?.
[he stops for a second]
Gallagher: I shoulda kissed you.
Commander Kate Bowman: Yeah, you shoulda kissed me.
Lucille: Com Frequency lost, Commander
Gallagher: Bye... (Chong Tommy)
Lucille: Launch Release System not responding.
Commander Kate Bowman: That's not good.
Lucille: No, it isn't. (Chong Tommy)
Chip Pettengill: It's weird. There's nothing here.
Gallagher: It's Mars. (Chong Tommy)
Gallagher: We can breathe!
Dr. Quinn Burchenal: I don't know what the hell this is but I'll take it! (Chong Tommy)
Dr. Quinn Burchenal: A former rocket scientist who now specializes in making sandwiches. Terrific. (Chong Tommy)
Gallagher: It's nice just to know you are still up there.
Commander Kate Bowman: Yeah well, I don't mind dying, I just hate being alone so get your asses back here. (Chong Tommy)
Dr. Quinn Burchenal: [after a discussion of faith] Listen, let's forget about all the religious stuff for now. Now, I say, Commander Bowman, to hell with humanity. I say, we take it. We just take it over for ourselves!
Gallagher: [sounding very serious] Call Earth, tell them it sucks, and don't bother coming?
Dr. Quinn Burchenal: [laughs] Yeah, whatever keeps the riffraffs out. Chantilas, you can to the religion thing. Gallagher, you can keep the space john working... Pettengail's... passed out, and I can do pretty much everything else. King.
Commander Kate Bowman: What about me?
[Team members give Bowman a look because it's totally obvious]
Dr. Quinn Burchenal: You'll be my queen. Propagation of the species.
[Commander Bowman nods at him, and gets up and leaves]
Dr. Quinn Burchenal: It was just a, just a joke, Commander Bowman.
Chantilas: And on that note gentlemen, I suggest we all retire. (Chong Tommy)
Gallagher: Alternate high-voltage energy source... come and get me. (Chong Tommy)
Livingstone 'Livy' Montagne: You're a magician Boris. To have produced all this in three weeks, and from nothing.
Boris Lermontov: My dear Livy, not even the best magician in the world can produce a rabbit out of a hat if there is not already a rabbit in the hat. (Chong Tommy)
Boris Lermontov: Don't forget, a great impression of simplicity can only be achieved by great agony of body and spirit. (Chong Tommy)
Boris Lermontov: "The Ballet of The Red Shoes" is from a fairy tale by Hans Andersen. It is the story of a young girl who is devoured with an ambition to attend a dance in a pair of Red Shoes. She gets the shoes and goes to the dance. For a time, all goes well and she is very happy. At the end of the evening she is tired and wants to go home, but the Red Shoes are not tired. In fact, the Red Shoes are never tired. They dance her out into the street, they dance her over the mountains and valleys, through fields and forests, through night and day. Time rushes by, love rushes by, life rushes by but the Red Shoes go on.
Julian Craster: What happens in the end?
Boris Lermontov: Oh, in the end, she dies. (Chong Tommy)
Boris Lermontov: How would you define ballet, Lady Neston?
Lady Neston: Well, one might call it the poetry of motion perhaps, or...
Boris Lermontov: One might. But for me it is a great deal more. For me it is a religion. And one doesn't really care to see one's religion practised in an atmosphere... such as this. (Chong Tommy)
Boris Lermontov: Why do you want to dance?
[Vicky thinks for a short while]
Victoria Page: Why do you want to live?
[Lermontov is suprised at the answer]
Boris Lermontov: Well I don't know exactly why, er, but I must.
Victoria Page: That's my answer too. (Chong Tommy)
Grischa Ljubov: You can't alter human nature.
Boris Lermontov: No? I think you can do even better then that. You can ignore it! (Chong Tommy)
Boris Lermontov: You cannot have it both ways. A dancer who relies upon the doubtful comforts of human love can never be a great dancer. Never. (Chong Tommy)
Doorman: They're going mad, sir. It's the students.
[From outside]
Julian Craster: Down with tyrants!
Manager, Covent Garden: All right, let them in. (Chong Tommy)
Victoria Page: Julian?
Julian Craster: Yes, my darling?
Victoria Page: Take off the red shoes. (Chong Tommy)
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