Blake's 7 · Season 1
Tell me, Orac, how precisely did Vila confuse and distract Ultraworld?
Quite simple. With a series of random and illogical brain impulses. The planet was programmed to assimilate orderly coherent thought patterns. Anything else confused it.
Eh?
You mean Vila spouted nonsense.
I resent that!
Oh, I wouldn't if I were you. Orac is saying that a logical, rational intelligence is no match for yours.
I tell you, she's mad! She's finally gone over the top! Well, that's an interesting viewpoint, Vila. Yes, isn't it? Came from talking to myself. Fascinating. And do you have any other theories about... paranoids?
(Tarrant threatens Vila at gunpoint)
If it comes down to that, Tarrant, there isn't really a lot of point, is there?
Ahh, my problem was always women.
You like them?
No.
(The Liberator is being attacked by three of Servalan's ships)
Do we fight?
Certainly not, we run.
Put it on the main screen.
I must point out that this is a gross misuse and an absurd waste of my capabilities.
Put it on the main screen.
I will do it only under protest.
You can do it any way you like, just so long as you put it on the main screen.
Couldn't you re-design him as something useful, like a drinks dispenser? Or an empty space! I think he'd look really good as an empty space.
Vila (on Servalan): Her idea of chivalry is never to shoot a blind man in the back.
Dayna (pointedly, given that that's exactly what Servalan did to Dayna's father): That's very true, Vila.
Wonderful. And for my next trick I shall swallow my other foot.
I don't think of you as an enemy, Avon. I see you as a... future friend.
Tarrant. I presume you have no tedious scruples about cheating and lying.
None at all.
(smiles) Oh good.
How do we approve of something we don't know about?
You could try trusting me.
All right, Avon, we'll try trusting you. Just don't expect us to make a habit of it.
Oh, come on, Avon. Look, we've been through a lot together. We've always been at risk; we've always taken chances. But we've survived because we worked as a team. So what is it you have to do that makes this so different?
This happens to be my problem. None of you are involved.
But we are involved. However much you like to pretend you're a loner, you're not really. We depend on each other; I wouldn't be alive now if it wasn't for you, and I'm sure that's true of everybody else. So why not trust us?
Look, you don't have to give reasons. You don't even have to explain. Whatever it is, we'll back you up.
Or, if you want one of your own cold, rational explanations, we can't afford to lose you.
Avon (poker-faced): Sentiment breeds weakness. Let it get a hold of you and you are dead.
One last thing. I don't need any of you. I needed the Liberator to bring me here so I had no choice but to bring you along, but this is as far as you go. I don't want you with me, I don't want you following me. Understand this: anyone who does follow me, I'll kill them.
(Tarrant and Cally are teleporting down despite Avon's orders)
What're you going to do if he spots you?
Duck.
It must have been so dull, having no-one to argue with.
Well now, there were times when your simple-minded certainties might have been refreshing.
Careful, Avon! Your sentiment is showing.
Don't you ever get tired of being right?
Only with the rest of you being wrong.
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