Babylon's Ashes

The Expanse 6×6

Cara: It's okay. If I die, the dogs will fix me.

Chrisjen: Massing battleships is a numbers game since the Age of Sail. These numbers are too evenly matched for my comfort.

Chrisjen: Is this the best you could come up with?
Holden: .... We'll get it done.
Chrisjen: You're such a fucking optimist. It's a miracle you have lived this long.

Amos: Look, it's gonna be a shitstorm down there, and if I'm gonna get myself offed for the cause, fine. Better reason than most. I just prefer to be looking the guy who's gonna punch my ticket straight in the fucking eye.
Clarissa: You know, for someone who says they don't wanna be a hero... You sure end up being one a lot.

Chrisjen: What we did was too little and too late, the sad story of our species.

Liang Walker: Oye, bosmang. Think we think the same. Just beat you to it. Tenye wa chesh gut.

Holden: How you feeling, brother?
Amos: Like I'm trapped in a portable toilet.
Bobbie: Try not to dwell on that. You'll pee in your suit.
Amos: No one dies with a full bladder.

Clarissa: Good luck.
Bobbie: You never say that before a fight. You say--
— Good hunting.

Bobbie: Naomi's last sim said that the railguns should only get about 20% of us.
Amos: Those odds aren't terrible. A little worse than Russian Roulette.
Bobbie: What's that, a casino game?
Amos: Kinda.

Bobbie: Everybody ready to get a little shorter? This one's gonna be 15 Gs.

Admiral Duarte: You were a useful distraction, but I have gods to kill. The Ring to Laconia is now closed. You're on your own. Oyedeng, Beltalowda.

Marco Inaros: Beltalowda. We have reached the end. The end of the Inners' hold upon us. Lift your heads, your eyes, your hearts, your spirits and know this. We have been bloodied, but they have been broken.

Amos: As long as we try to kill Marco, I'm in.

Chrisjen: War doesn't end on the battlefield. It ends at the negotiating table, or it doesn't end at all.

Camina: The Belt will treat you with respect. You have my word. We will take our niche in the future and allow you yours. You have my word. Is that good enough? Will you take that?... Why is your word enough for me and mine not enough for you?

Holden: Inaros wasn't all wrong... He was evil, and he was cruel, but he tapped into something real.

Holden: You wanna show someone you trust them, you put your life in their hands. You can't just pretend to. If you can't do that, you don't really trust them.

Chrisjen: What if this transport union were an independent agency based in Medina Station, headed by someone with no allegiances, a friend of the Belt.
Camina: An Inner?
Chrisjen: It would have to be a unanimous choice of Earth, Mars, and the Belt, of course. A person above reproach, apolitical, with a history of working honorably with all sides.
Holden: ... Wait a minute.

Chrisjen: James. It's time for you to make history. Again.

Chrisjen: More coffee.

Chrisjen: You duplicitous little shit.

Chrisjen: Oh, James. I hope you're right...

Holden: I hope I did the right thing.
Naomi: You did. You followed your conscience in the hope that others would follow theirs. You didn't do it for a reward or a pat on the head. The universe never tells us if we did right or wrong. It's more important to try to help people than to know that you did.

Naomi: More important that someone else's life gets better than for you to feel good about yourself. You never know the effect you might have on someone, not really. ... It doesn't matter if you ever know. You just have to try.

Holden: ... And we still don't know what happened to that protomolecule sample. Sooner or later, we're gonna have to...
Naomi: Let's just stay here for a minute.

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