Blair Quotes in Wing Commander (1999)

[Blair is sitting in the cockpit of a parked Rapier fighter on the flight deck]

Angel: Two Dralthis on your tail. One above, one below. You got five, maybe ten seconds. Clock's ticking, what do you do?

Blair: Simple. I go vertical and inverted, do a 180 at full throttle, apply brakes and drop in behind them.

Angel: Bang, you're dead. Not fast enough. Dralthis are too quick, particularly in a climb. You've just taken a missle up your tailpipe. OK, let's reverse the situation, you're locked on a Dralthi, it goes evasive, enters an asteroid belt.

Blair: If I'm locked on, there's no such thing as evasive action.

Angel: And you're dead again. You see, it's an ambush, five or six fighters hide behind rocks the size of your swollen head and pants. A Kilrathi gangbang. What's the matter, did I bruise your ego?

Blair: No, I'm not used to getting combat tips from a grease monkey, that's all.

Angel: Lieutenant Commander Deveraux, your wing commander. You have a name?

Blair: Uh, Lieutenant Blair, ma'am.

Angel: Well Lieutenant Blair, if you want to play at being a fighter pilot I suggest you find a virtual fun zone. Meanwhile, step down from the Rapier.

Blair: What happened?

Taggart: You just plotted a jump through a gravity well in under 10 seconds. The Navcom can't do that.

Maniac: That's not bad. I mean, that's not bad for the second best pilot in the Academy!

Taggart: YOU SHUT UP! Next time you don't follow my orders I dump you with the rest of the garbage, you got that? You plot a course for the Tiger Claw, Mr Blair.

Blair: Yes sir.

[Taggart leaves the cockpit]

Maniac: That guy's got a serious attitude problem.

Blair: My whole life, I've taken crap because I'm part Pilgrim. And I don't know why.

Taggart: Sit down. You're one of the last descendants of a dying race. Pilgrims were the first space explorers and sailors. For five centuries they defied the odds. They embraced space, and for that, they were rewarded with a flawless sense of direction. They could feel magnetic fields created by quasars and black holes, negotiate singularities, navigate not just the stars, but space-time itself.

Blair: Like a Navcom AI?

Taggart: No no, you've got it backwards. The billions of calculations each second necessary to lead us through a black hole or quasar is the Navcom recreation of the mind of a single Pilgrim.

Blair: Then why did the war start?

Taggart: You spend so much time out here alone, you end up losing your humanity. When Pilgrims began to lose touch with their heritage, they saw themselves as superior to man. And in their arrogance, they chose to abandon all things human and follow what they called their destiny. Some say they believed they were gods.

Blair: Do you believe they were gods?

Taggart: No. But I do believe they were touched by God. Like it or not, you've got some of that inside you.

Delta: [Rachel has poured some water in the dogs' glasses] Don't worry Chloe, Viv'll be back before you know it.

Bimini: Rachel doesn't look so bad.

Chloe: [Chloe scoffs] You don't know the half of it!

Blair: [watching the dogs sit in their lounge chairs in their little bikinis] They all look so cute in their little outfits!

Rachel Ashe Lynn: You didn't have to dress her. She's so picky!

Angela: Uh, Rach? You're talking about a Chihuahua.

Rachel Ashe Lynn: She's not just *any* Chihuahua, Angela! She's a bossy, arrogant, manipulative Beverly Hills Chihuahua.

Chloe: [about Rachel] She has no direction, she can't keep a job, she's never on time; I'm going to be late to all my appointments!

Rachel Ashe Lynn: [about Chloe] And don't even get me started on her schedule! Shiatsu massages, doggy birthday parties, couture fittings! I have to change her outfit four times a day!

Chloe: [about Rachel] I mean, look at her!

Chloe, Rachel Ashe Lynn: [in unison, about each other] She's so...

Chloe: [about Rachel, ending her sentence] Irresponsible!

Rachel Ashe Lynn: [about Chloe, ending her sentence] Spoiled!

Chloe: [barking] Woof!

Miriam: We were just gonna throw some burgers on the barbecue. Do you want to join us?

Blair: I'm a vegan. But thank you.

Barney Panofsky: A what? Is that treatable?

[first lines]

Blair: Hello?

Barney Panofsky: Blair, I'd like to speak with my wife.

Blair: Oh, Barney, it's 3:00 in the morning.

Barney Panofsky: Put my wife on the phone.

Blair: She's not your wife and I'm not waking her.

Barney Panofsky: All right. Well, then just ask her what she wants me to do with all these nude photos I have of her. Ah, come to think of it, you actually might want them, if only to see what Miriam looked like in her prime.

Blair: [hangs up]

Blair: [photographer arriving on set] Morning, ladies.

[hurrying them up]

Blair: Ten minutes.

Sahara: [model, in front of mirror, being prepped, waving] Morning.

Blair: [to all personnel] Let's go!

Sahara: [to make-up artist] I don't know, Mary, I'm sort of giving up on the whole human race.

Mary: Why, honey, what's the matter?

Sahara: Everybody is so superficial.

Mary: Uh.

Sahara: Yeah, I am sick of it. I am sick of all this superficial bullshit.

Mary: Mm.

Sahara: I'm a very spiritual person.

Mary: [brightening up] Are you really?

Sahara: [sighs world-weary] Oh, very spiritual. Have you seen The Little Mermaid?

Clay: Are you happy, Blair? You don't look happy.

Blair: But do I look good?

Clay: You OK?

Blair: It's the cocaine... too much speed or something.

Clay: That's a relief.

Blair: What?

Clay: Well, you're fucked up, you look like shit, but hey no problem, all you need is a better cut of cocaine.

Blair: Did you talk to Julian yet?

Clay: No.

Blair: Clay, I asked you to talk to him.

Clay: Okay, I'll call Betty Ford, you want me to get him a room, fine.

Blair: No, just talk to him, I mean, he's your friend, too.

Clay: It's funny. When you called me, I thought I was coming home to see you.

[Vann sees Blair and Graves stand over him as he stands in an empty grave]

Blair: How about the carpet salesman, Glenn Skile? Was that your first? They never find the corpses, do they, Vann?

Graves: Nobody will know shit, except the soft, dead Earth. Right, Vann? That where you keep 'em?

[Vann sits in his bedroom looking at the stack of mail he took from his route]

Blair: [Vann hears the voices talk behind him] What are you doing? That's a federal offense, isn't it?

Graves: Yeah. Didn't you read the Carrier's Manual? You think crime is some fucking kind of entertainment. Reading other people's mail?

Vann Siegert: You tell me.

Blair: No, no, it's not our job, Vaninsky.

[Vann shows Graves and Blair his different expressions]

Graves: Speak up, Vann. Express yourself.

Vann Siegert: I got seven expressions. but I'll show you guys two if you want to see them.

[Vann stands up in the center of his bedroom as Graves and Blair watch, Vann then makes the expression of himself getting electrocuted without any sound, then stops, turns to the side, and then expresses himself from the side view getting electrocuted, stopping, facing back to Graves and Blair]

Blair: That's not bad. Except number two looks an awful lot like number one.

[Vann sits in an interrogation room talking to Graves and Blair]

Graves: Don't give him shit. What's he given us?

Blair: What he means, Vann, is you're just giving us stock answers.

Vann Siegert: Well, I think one thing you guys oughta learn is that the story's mine, it belongs to me, so I think I'll tell it my way.

Graves: No matter which fucking way you tell it, gas chamber is where you're headed, Siegert.

Vann Siegert: That's one guess.

Graves: Just like Ted Bundy.

Vann Siegert: Who?

Graves: Mm-hmm. Yeah, he talked real big, too. But in the end, it took two deputies to hold him down.

[Van drives in his truck after poisoning a man]

Blair: [Blair and Graves sitting beside him] Guy minding his own business. Probably on his way home from work. Why him? I mean, why would this so-called urge say, 'That guy but not this one'?

Vann Siegert: [narrating] I look for the meaning of things. Wait for a sign, an event of some kind.

[Graves and Blair talk to Vann about the witnesses]

Graves: Two guys just like us are gonna be taking over this case full-time. They're gonna read the coroner's report. And every time they do, they're gonna find something new.

Blair: Interview the customers, the cook, that girl at the diner. Then back to that asshole bartender. The lady with the baby. Then they'll have some artist start to make a sketch of what they describe.