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Vila : When Avon holds out the hand of friendship, watch his other hand. That's the one with the hammer.
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Vila : You don't have a lot of time for Blake, do you?
Avon : I could never stand heroes.
Vila : A quarter of a million volts and you're putting your hand in?
Avon : Ah, but *that* is self-interest. We need that crystal. Blake takes risks to help *other* *people*. Sometimes people he doesn't even know. One day that great big bleeding heart of his will get us *all* killed.
Vila : Unless somebody ditches him first.
[Avon and Vila share meaningful looks]
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Avon : Keep an eye on the corridor.
Tannoy voice : Attention! All personnel are instructed to remain at their posts. The situation is under control.
Vila : [incredulous] "Under control"? You know this could be another Casarus.
Avon : What?
Vila : You remember the Casarus swamp fever; killed millions.
Avon : Well there aren't millions here, so don't worry about it.
Vila : Well *I'm* here, and I *do* worry about it! I don't like bugs! You can't hear them, you can't see them and you can't feel them, then suddenly you're *dead*!
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Dr. Bellfriar : Everyone who's been into deep space has had the Terran ague, or the three-day sweats as it's commonly known as. It's a sort of a mild infection, it slightly alters the body's nucleic structure, it seems to be a metabolic reaction to space travel. Well this new virus, Paratype 926, attacks those altered cells and acts as a catalyst, they burst and, well the effects are literally a series of explosions that race through the body's neural cell structure. The virus is easily cultured in human tissue or in nucleic acid solution. Now, here is the formula for the antiserum...
Blake : [On Liberator] Dr. Bellfriar, are you saying that this virus is only effective against human beings who've been in deep space?
Dr. Bellfriar : Precisely. It fits your theory. But I don't think that the virus was designed to *destroy* man, merely to confine him to his own planet. Now here is the formula.
Blake : Go ahead.
Dr. Bellfriar : H-N, H-N-O... oh my God!
Blake : Dr. Bellfriar! Dr. Bellfriar!
Dr. Bellfriar : I've forgotten how to read.
[Dr. Bellfriar looks at his hands. They're covered in blisters. He groans and covers his face]
Blake : Transmission ends.
Vila : *Fosforon* ends.
Cally : It's no joke, Vila.