(The Liberator is being attacked by three of Servalan's ships)
Dayna: Do we fight?
Avon: Certainly not, we run.
(Tarrant threatens Vila at gunpoint)
Vila: If it comes down to that, Tarrant, there isn't really a lot of point, is there?
Vila: 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?
Avon: Tell me, Orac, how precisely did Vila confuse and distract Ultraworld?
Orac: 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.
Vila: Eh?
Avon: You mean Vila spouted nonsense.
Vila: I resent that!
Avon: Oh, I wouldn't if I were you. Orac is saying that a logical, rational intelligence is no match for yours.
Tarrant: Touch of conscience?
Avon: More like insanity. You really believe in taking risks, don't you?
Tarrant: Calculated ones.
Avon: Calculated on what? Your fingers?
Avon: Either it is dead or there is a total radio blackout. I wonder what they have to hide.
Dayna: I'm not keen on finding out.
Tarrant: This time, neither am I.
Avon: Don't you find it interesting?
Dayna: You'll be telling us next 'We can learn a lot from whoever built it'
Avon: Well we certainly have nothing to teach them unless it's how to remain ignorant. What do you think Cally? Shall we stay and observe or shall we scuttle off with our closed minds intact?
Alien/Cally: I thought you were the clever one. You're a fool, like Tarrant! The pain Tarrant is experiencing... visualise that pain and much more. You're as close to death as you have ever been. Think about human death, Avon, irrevocable...
Avon: I have thought about it, what's keeping you?
Alien/Cally: What did you say?
Avon: You claim you can kill me. You'd better get on with it. Make me die. There's nothing else you can make me do.
Deyna: We need sleep, all of us. Even you need sleep, Tarrant.
Tarrant: And it'll all look better in the morning.
Avon: If it does, you can assume you're on the wrong ship.
Tarrant (to Avon): When you found me on the Liberator, it was quite a blow. And every time you look at me it hits you harder, doesn't it? I'm faster than you and I'm sharper. As far as it goes, I've made a success of my life. But you? The only big thing you ever tried to do you failed at. The greatest computer swindle of all time… but you couldn't quite pull it off, could you? If it hadn't been for Blake you'd be rotting on Cygnus Alpha right now. No, you failed, Avon. But I win. Not just at games. At life.
Avon: You also talk too much.
Tarrant: Be thankful I'm restricting myself to talk.
Avon: Well now, that's fascinating. You mean you can do something else?
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