Mike Nelson: “Let’s slip away under cover of afternoon in the biggest car in the county.”
Servo: “Space, the final frontier, these are the voyages of Babylon 5.”
(After breaching the hull in an escape attempt)
Crow: “Well believe me, Mike, I calculated the odds of this succeeding versus the odds
I was doing something incredibly stupid... and I went ahead anyway.”
Crow: “Into the weenie mobile, weenie man away!”
Servo: “Suddenly I have a refreshing mint flavor.”
Crow: “Puppet wranglers? There weren’t any puppets in this movie.”
(Everyone is being sucked into the vacuum of space after Crow breached hull in escape attempt)
Crow: “Hey, Mike, you think you can toss me my calculations? Thanks! Ah, here it is. ‘Breach Hull - All Die.’ Even had it underlined.”
Exeter: “I beg your pardon, Mr. Wilson, your camera will pick up nothing but black fog.”
Servo: “Oh, it’s a Goldstar.”
Servo: “Self cleaning mutant. Leaves only the fresh scent of pine.”
Servo: “Captain’s log: a bunch of our ship fell off, and, nobody likes me.”
Exeter: “Now place your hands above the rail.”
(Hands suddenly attach to the rail)
Exeter: “...They’re magnetized.”
Crow: “And if your hands were metal, that would mean something.”
Back to *M*.
