At All Costs

Falling Skies 3×4

& Tom: Anthony, let’s escort our guest topside.
    Fisher: What do you mean?
    Tom: You’re about to witness a miracle, Lieutenant.

& Fisher: I-I don’t understand that. How...
    Cochise: The how, I’m afraid, does not yield a simple answer... even for me.

& Pope: Let me get this straight. The so-called government of Charleston, S.C., is commandeering my personal property for unknown reasons for an unknown length of time. Is that it?
    Weaver: Pretty much, yes.
    Pope: Well, that has the sickening ring of tyranny, don’t you think?
    Tom: A good citizen would have gladly told his government representatives that he had an aircraft and then willingly made it available. {...}
    Weaver: You don’t even know how to fly the plane, Pope.
    Pope: I’m reading a book.

& Pope: I’m going with.
    Bressler: The hell you are. This is a classified mission.
    Pope: And that is a vintage 1935 Beechcraft. Finders keepers. Listen, gentlemen, either I am on that plane, or there will be no plane.

& Pope: Whoa! No, no, no, no. Nobody said anything about a bubblehead and a damned murderer.
    Weaver: Must have slipped my mind...
    Pope: Man, this deal’s getting worse and worse.

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& Tom: Is everything all right, Cochise?
    Cochise: I-it is simply... A-are you certain this aircraft is...
    Tom: Safe?
    Cochise: I was going to say “Capable of flight.”

& Matt: What you doing, suckerfish?
    Ben: Uh, nervous eating. “Stressed” spelled backwards is “desserts.”

& Matt: Keep them. Those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.
    Ben: What’s that, Dr. Seuss?
    Matt: Bernard Baruch, one of F.D.R.’s advisors. He was giving advice on seating arrangements at a dinner party.
    Ben: Dad tell you that one?
    Matt: Only like 30 times.
    Ben: You think that’s how dad got girls in college? Instead of playing the guitar, he’d just tell weird, historical anecdotes?
    Matt: I think that’s how dad didn’t get girls in college.

& Cochise: Hello. I am chichauk il’sichninch cha’tichol of the Volm.
    Tom: We call him “Cochise.”

& President Hathaway: What are you fighting them for? Resources, territory?
    Cochise: A flower... the Catarius. It blooms on my homeland when the weather begins to warm.
    President Hathaway: A flower that is... So valuable that it’s caused an intergalactic war?

& Tom: Everything’s gonna be all right. You got to believe that.
Ω It was really suspicious all those ’gonna be all right’ and ’I love you.’ Clearly, something [terrible] is coming.

& Bressler: Looks like we’re walking from here!

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