Johns: “When a battlefield doctor decides who lives and dies, it’s called triage.”
Riddick: “Kept calling it murder when I did it.”
Paris: “Paris P. Olgilvie. Antiquities dealer. Entrepreneur.”
Riddick: “Richard B. Riddick. Escaped convict. Murderer.”
Johns: “How’s it look?”
Riddick: “Looks clear.”
(They go to move forward and a creature flies at them.)
Johns: “You said it was clear!”
Riddick: “I said it *looked* clear.”
Johns: “Well, how’s it look now?”
Riddick: “Looks clear.”
(After discovering there were three suns.)
Zeke: “So much for your nightfall.”
Paris: “So much for my cocktail hour.”
Back to *P*.
