Quotes

Pilot [1.1]

Sydney: The Centre wants him alive. Miss Parker: Preferably.

Every Picture Tells a Story [1.2]

Jarod: When are you due? Martha Poole: I should've made L.C. months ago but Commander Powell keeps putting it off. Jarod: Not your promotion. Your baby. I'd say from your nausea and your sore back, you're about nine weeks. Martha: My husband doesn't even know. What are you, a part-time obstetrician? Jarod: No, but I was a midwife once. Kimberly King: Didn't you ever eat cookies as a kid? Jarod: They didn't have cookies where I grew up. Kimberl: Where'd you grow up? Mars? Jarod: Sort of.

Flyer [1.3]

Sydney: I don't want Miss Parker to find out about this. Broots: Uh, wait...wait a minute. Uh, you want to play political Parcheesi with the Ice Queen, you go...go right ahead, but I'm not dancing in the minefield. No way. Sydney: (laughing) You are afraid of losing your job! Broots: I'm afraid of losing my life. 'Bartender: What's your poison? Jarod: Excuse me? Bartender: What's your drink? Jarod: Uh, I was raised on optimized nutritional supplements: hearts of palm, wheatgrass, asparagus mixed with tomato. Bartender: Virgin Mary, celery garnished. Jarod: You can stretch it, bounce it, and copy newsprint with it, and it comes in its own plastic egg. Store Clerk: Yeah. See, the egg is like a symbol of this stuff's birth, you know? Its being. It's not just putty. It's whatever you want it to be. Jarod: Oh. Well, why would they call something this versatile silly? Store Clerk: Would you buy something called Versatile Putty?