Till Death Do Us Part

Falling Skies 4×9

& Cochise: Ex coch’El richt! Fush mach! Fush mach!
    Hal: Hey, Cochise, don’t beat yourself up so badly.
    Cochise: I need to be alone for a moment.

& Tom: Well, I don’t see that we have many options. We’re gonna have to figure out a way to get up there, blow that son of a bitch up.
    Weaver: It’s on the Moon. You heard that part, right?

& Tom: We choose to go to the Moon not because it’s easy but because it’s hard.
    Anne: Okay, so, this is funny? This is funny to you?
    Tom: Hang on. Let me finish the speech. Because, believe it or not, the first time that I heard that speech, I was crazy enough to think that JFK was actually talking to me. ’Cause that is a challenge that we are willing to accept— one that we are unwilling to postpone and one which we intend to win.’

& Anne: I thought you said you couldn’t afford to have faith.
    Tom: I don’t. I can’t. I have hope. There’s a difference. Faith is your department. That’s why I have you. That’s why I need you.
    Anne: You’re right. Let’s just stick to what we do. I’ll kill skitters. I’ll patch people up. You’ll fly to the Moon. And if we both survive, we’ll just— We’ll just figure out the rest.

& Ben: Maggie, I promise, one day, you’re gonna love your new powers. You’re gonna be stronger and more badass than ever.
    Maggie: That sounds pretty sweet.

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& Pope: You know what’s unbelievable? What’s unbelievable is that you never have to wonder what a person’s really like— I mean really like, on the inside— ’cause the more you hang out with them, the more you get to know them, when they reveal themselves, they’ll show you exactly who they are.

& Tom: How could you do this to your own people?
    Kent: Progress is made when we embrace our Espheni brothers. I’m not a traitor. I’m a new patriot.

& Maggie: How do you like me now?
    Ben: .... I like you too much.

& Tom: «Hey, wait»? That was your big master kamikaze plan?

& Tom: Whether it’s a long time or a short time, I just want to spend it with you... if you’ll have me.
    Anne: That sounds like—
    Tom: It is.

& Anne: Wait. How do we know we’re doing the right thing?
    Tom: We don’t. We don’t. But I have hope.

& Shak-Chic: Tom Mason... I must speak with you.
    Weaver: For God’s sake, we’re having a wedding here!
    Shak-Chic: You may resume your ritual after I speak to Tom Mason about the Beamer.

& Tom: We choose to go to the Moon.

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