Servalan: Exactly. And that is why Travis is here. Shadowing Docholli, waiting for Blake to arrive.
Jarriere; If you're right, Commander, when he comes round, we can force him to tell us where to find Docholli.
Servalan: That might take too long. Travis has a high pain threshold, and we don't have the proper facilities here. No. I have a better idea. Disconnect that artificial arm.
(We appologise to Jarriere's fans for the casting, but we were running out of figures :-) )
Krantor: [To Toise] That may win us a little time. But she's as perfidious and devious as a snake. Get word to Cevedic. Forget Docholli for the moment. I want Travis found and killed at once.
(You try making a small cat out of Lego)
Chenie: Until a minute ago.
Cevedic: Stay around, girls.
Cevedic: When Krantor wants somebody, nowhere's private. Now out
of the way.Chenie: Look, I swear I don't know where Kline is.
Jenna: A cheap little space tramp.
Cally: You slut!
Jenna: A ten-credit touch!
Jarriere: Umm. Krantor doesn't want Docholli killed until he's learned what secret he carries.
Chenie: He doesn't need your help, Travis.Travis: All right, all right, Chenie, but I need his! My arm.
Chenie: What happened?
Travis: The neural circuits have gone. He's the only man who can fix it for me.
Krantor: My dear sir, my congratulations! Five million! That is
a record. While your money is being, uh ... packaged, I
wonder if you would do Krantor the honor of joining him for
a little celebratory drink ... in my sanctum.Vila: Well, thank you kindly, Krantor. Thank you kindly.
Krantor: The terms of the game are: if Vila loses, he pays the
usual penalty, but if he wins or draws, then I have promised
to double his winnings. Yes, friends, he will leave here
with ten million credits.[Avon joins Vila and Krantor.]
Avon: [To Vila] Are you out of your skull?
Vila: [Drunkenly] Ah, Avon. Good ol' Avon. And good ol' Krantor. We're gonna have another game.