Bite my shiny metal ass.
I believe our adventure through time has taken a most serious turn.
Adventure. Excitement. A Jedi craves not these things.
I’ve always wanted to fight a desperate battle against incredible odds.
They say that the best weapon is the one you never have to fire. I respectfully disagree. I prefer the weapon you only have to fire once. That’s how Dad did it, that’s how America does it, and it’s worked out pretty well so far. I present to you the newest in Stark Industries’ Freedom line. Find an excuse to let one of these off the chain, and I personally guarantee, the bad guys won’t even wanna come out of their caves.
‘Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.’
The first man to raise a fist is the man who’s run out of ideas.
Harkness had been in the RMN for almost thirty-five T-years, and he’d been up for Chief twelve times by Tremaine’s count. He’d actually made it, once. But PO Harkness had a weakness—two of them, in fact. He was constitutionally incapable of passing a Marine tunic in an off-duty bar without endeavoring to thump the living daylights out of its wearer, and he labored under the belief that it was his humanitarian duty to provide his shipmates with all the little things the ship’s store didn’t normally carry.
What, so I shouldn’t have bothered? Who the fuck are you anyway, Jack Harkness? You don’t even exist. We’ve looked. So if you’re not even a real person, then why the hell should I follow your orders?
I have powers you can only dream of.
Dreaming is a private thing.
If I see a situation pointed south, I can’t ignore it.
I did this corporate training thing once - I was blackmailing the CEO, long story. But they did this exercise called the trust fall where you close your eyes, and fall, and wait for someone to catch you. I knew you boys wouldn’t let me down.
“Blackmail?” Hish whispered urgently. “And after I risked my existence to get you into Ikk’s office—”
“The famous Groaci instinct for backing a winner was operating that day,” Retief said.
“Do you–did you–know everything that happened?”
“Not quite everything, perhaps, but it is my business to know enough.”
Perhaps I’m old and tired, but I think that the chances of finding out what’s actually going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is to say, “Hang the sense of it,” and keep yourself busy. I’d much rather be happy than right any day.
“And that,” put in the Director sententiously, “that is the secret of happiness and virtue—liking what you’ve got to do. All conditioning aims at that: making people like their inescapable social destiny.”
When people have the freedom to choose, they choose wrong, every single time.
“Morbo will now introduce the candidates - Puny Human Number One, Puny Human Number Two, and Morbo’s good friend Richard Nixon.”
What is right cannot be measured by strength.