USS Callister

Black Mirror 4×1

Nanette: Daly? No, no. No. It's not like that. It's purely... It's professional. I like his code.

Lieutenant Lowry: Yeah, you're seriously gonna need to sit the fuck down.

Nanette: Your skin is blue.
Tulaska: Weird blue alien skin, I know. It's fucked up. Almost sort of racist.

Lieutenant Walton: Yes, it's a bubble universe, ruled by an asshole god.

Nanette: This is a dream. Yeah, it has to be.
Lieutenant Walton: It's more like an eternal waking nightmare from which there is no escape.

Captain Daly: Lieutenant Cole, Valdack's hideout. Triangulate the signal, please.....
Lieutenant Lowry: It's any button. They're all the same.

Nanette: OK. Stealing my pussy is a red fucking line.

Nanette: Daly's smart, but he's not a god. He's a coder. He is fallible.

Captain Daly: What is Space Fleet?.. I'll tell you what it is. It is a belief system... founded on the very best of human nature. It is a goal for us to strive towards... for the betterment of the universe, for the betterment of life itself... And you assholes are fucking it up!

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Lieutenant Walton: If this is another one of your plans, just stop before somebody else gets monsterfied.

Helmsman Packer: Flying into certain death in a wormhole beats another 10,000 years with Captain Ass. I'm in.

Lieutenant Cole: I'm picking up a distress signal from the surface of Skillane IV. Looks like a crashed shuttle. What should we do?
Captain Daly: ... Space Fleet never turns its back on those who need our help. Dudani, set a course for Skillane IV.

Captain Daly: Swimming is a leisure activity. We're on Space Fleet duty.

Helmsman Packer: You remember that password?
Dudani: Uppercase Y, 998, lowercase gb, 7, uppercase TY ampersand 4. Secure choice.

Helmsman Packer: Goddamn.
Tulaska: That is... gymnastic physique.

Lieutenant Cole: Packer, we ready to fly?
Helmsman Packer: Uh-huh.
Lieutenant Cole: ... Well?
Helmsman Packer: You're supposed to say something like "engage" or "increase thrust."
Lieutenant Cole: Just fucking go.

Tulaska: I hope we are going to die.

Helmsman Packer: So what do we do now?
Dudani: We've got an infinite procedurally generated universe at our disposal. We can go anywhere.
Lieutenant Cole: Holy mackerel.

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