Saturday Night Massacre

Falling Skies 4×7

& Lourdes: Without you, I can’t... I won’t. I’m afraid.
Ω Not sorry. T’waz a dead end either way.

& Weaver: Remember Stalingrad. Cities are the graveyards of armies.

& Anne: I have a better idea. We mine the sky. Rain thermite down on their heads.
    Tom: Since when do you know how to make thermite, Dr. Glass?
    Anne: All you need is aluminum, rust, and lots of love, Professor Mason.

& Pope: You’d never make it out of here, darling. The Masons, they may have their shortcomings, but somehow they’ve managed to live to fight another day. You, you want to survive, you stick with them.

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& Hal: Responsibility’s not the issue.
    Maggie: Okay. What is?
    Hal: Love... Espheni use it against us all the time. Because we love, we don’t do what’s necessary. We make excuses. We forgive. We look the other way. Love destroys our judgment, our ability to see clearly.
    Maggie: So we’re just supposed to stop loving each other...
    Hal: We can’t afford to be sentimental.

& Maggie: It’s not love we need to kill. It’s them.

& Denny: Well, everyone’s entitled to their opinion, right?
    Dingaan: Except people who are wrong.
    Denny: Well, I’d rather be wrong than listen to jazz.
    Dingaan: What planet did you grow up on, huh?
    Denny: Brooklyn.
    Dingaan: That explains a lot.

& Maggie: Burn, baby, burn.

& Sarah: How am I doing?!
    Pope: Doing great! Next time, try with your eyes open!

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Σ Phew. They promised, they do. Real massacre; they wiped out almost all the folks.