Pellaeon: There's no honor in wasting lives for nothing, either.
Hestiv: I know. But at least if you're dead you don't have to live with the shame of it.
Pellaeon: There are some in the Fleet who would call that a noble warrior attitude. Personally, I'd call it stupid. If we're destroyed — if we all die — the concepts and ideals of the New Order die with us. But if we surrender, we can keep those ideals alive. Then, if and when the New Republic self-destructs, we'll be positioned to rise again. Maybe then the galaxy will finally be ready to accept us.
Pellaeon: There's no disgrace in backing out of a no-win situation, General. I saw Grand Admiral Thrawn do it more than once, forthrightly and without embarrassment, rather than waste his men and ships. That's no more or less what I'm proposing we do now.
Snowbell: Why not? Giving up is fun — and look at all the time you save! I'm telling you, Stuart, if more people gave up, there'd be fewer wars.
That's what I'm counting on.
I used to want you dead, but
Now I only want you gone.
Dies Horribly: I am a coward! I know when to RUN!
David Lightman: What's that?
Stephen Falken: Futility. That there's a time when you should just give up.
May live to fight another day;
But he who is in battle slain
Can never rise and fight again.
Bashir: Is that what they taught you in the Obsidian Order? To give up when things get tough?
Garak: As a matter of fact, they did. That's why I've managed to stay alive while most of my colleagues are dead. Because I know when to walk away.
Damar: The Defiant opened fire on us!
Dukat: Can you get our weapons back online?!
Damar: Not for a while... Sir, 200 enemy ships have broken through our lines! They're headed this way.
Weyoun: Time to start packing.
The Ancient One: You won't be much of a warrior without a head!
Faith: [the only other one there] The motion carries.
Smokey: A secret weapon? Really?! What kinda weapon?!
Joseph: What, isn't it obvious? Look at (Straizo's) legs, Smokey. I basically blew them to smithereens and they still haven't fully healed, yet. That's our ticket, there.
Smokey: What do his legs have to do with your weapon?
Joseph: My legs are in great shape!
Smokey: So what're you gonna do, then?
Joseph: RUN AS FAST AS I CAN! MAKE WAY! OUT OF THE WAY!
Stroheim: All-or-nothing gambit, you say!?
Joseph: Yeah! It's my final move!
Stroheim: What does it involve?
Smokey: JoJo, when you say 'final move', you're not referring to THAT, are you?
Joseph: Listen up! This is something you've got to do for yourselves!
Stroheim: Just tell me what to do and I'll follow your lead, JoJo!
Joseph: Hmmmhmmhmmmhmmhmmm... RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIVEEEESSS!!!!
Smokey: NOOOOOOOO!!!! Man, I knew you're gonna do thaaaat!!
Skuntank: Chaw-haw! Sure, if it was just (team name). You can bed that we'd rough 'em up good! But against the world-famous Dusknoir...? That's a different story! Let's skedaddle, boys!
Koffing and Zubat: Yeah!
Bronn: You're fucked.
Jaime: Don't you mean we're fucked?
Bronn: No, I do not. Dragons are where our partnership ends.
Magog: Selena! You can't just desert me! We're in this, coward!
Selena: Read the fine print, Magog. I didn't sign up for werewolves. Have fun.
Brainiac: Cause and effect. Resistance begets violence.
Green Arrow: Then we won't resist! Please, just stop!
Sergeant Jeffords: Gina, what are you doing in the Captain's chair?
Captain Holt: Please. I am open to any ideas about efficiency.
Gina: I have narrowed the problem down to one location. The Holt-Jeffords vortex. Things would go a lot faster if the two of you did less experimenting and more working. And I'm not the only one who thinks that.
[One confrontation over the effects of Holt's efficiency drive later:]
Captain Holt: Okay, message received. Jeffords and I will get right to work.
Gina: [smugly] Great! That will be all. Thank you.
Captain Holt: [coldly] Get the hell out of my chair.
Gina: [instantly capitulating] Alright, I pushed it a little bit on that one. Ohh-kay. Bye. [scurries quickly out of Holt's office]
Leo: Margaret, you got that memo?
Margaret: Any minute now.
[Leo watches in confusion]
Leo: Margaret, what the hell are you doing?
Margaret: Why, I'm typing, Leo.
Leo: [Increasingly indignant] Margaret—!
Margaret: Apparently your response to Donna's perfectly legitimate concern about the White House not supporting OSHA's regarding repetitive stress injuries was "Type slower." Donna has organised most of the assistants in the West Wing to do just that.
Leo: ... Margaret.
Leo: Look at my face right now.
[Margaret looks up, sees the thunderous "I-am-mere-seconds-from-firing-you" expression on Leo's face, and sure enough:]
Margaret: Okay! [Begins typing normally]
Han: You might want to quit while you're behind.
A human will fight even when he knows he can't win. Maybe our species is just a little crazy. But human history is full of cases where a handful of guys would fight an entire army. They'd get stomped, but they'd fight anyway.
That's not the way it is for Yeerks. They are ruthless. They will do anything, absolutely anything to win. But when the situation is impossible, totally impossible, they stop fighting. They figure that other Yeerks will carry on the fight for them.
Different ways of looking at your world.
THE ONLY WINNING MOVE IS NOT TO PLAY.
HOW ABOUT A NICE GAME OF CHESS?"