Tarrant: Ok, so Klegg and I both came dressed as Federation officers, Dayna is a Roman Slave Girl, what the hell is your costume, Avon?
Avon: She said she wasn´t impressed with the size of your gun, Tarrant.
The barn dance competition was not going according to plan as Klegg decided he didn´t want to partner Tarrant.
Avon For Ever
As the other three were all looking at him Steven realised the next line was probably his.
Avon For Ever
When a time rift opened up in the Liberator and Tarrant was confronted with his future self he was aghast to see that he would lose his head of thick curls. However, what also worried him (and everyone else) was that he still appeared to be waiting for Cally to finish using the bathroom
As the queue lengthened the same thought was going through everyone´s minds: How could a ship as sophisticated as the Liberator only have one toilet!!
Avon & Dayna might have been ruthless killers, but when it came down to a game of football, they were always the last two picked by team captains
Avon: You can point your gun at me all you like, Tarrant... But you´re not being Captain, Got It?
Avon:Just go away Tarrant, no body likes you
Morris woman of the west
While the boys were busy chatting, Dayna suddenly realised with horror that her clothes clashed.
Tarrant: I told you Avon you don´t argue with a traffic warden.
What have you done with your hair Tarant?
Tarrant: Any chance of a swap?
Avon: No. I don´t fancy yours.
Tarrant: Come on, you two, you´re wearing a parachute and an inflatable raft -- you´re clearly up to some sort of escape attempt!
Steven: Yeah, so I´ve got two auditions coming up. One for a teacher in Grange Hill, & the other, you´re never going to believe this...a small part in Empire Strikes Back. I´m really confident!!
T: "Good evening sir, er, you know what speed you were doing back there?"
A: "We´ve been sleeping for hours."
K: "Speeding and nobody at the controls! Sir, we can through the book at them."
T: "Alright Klegg, I´m in charge here. He is right of course, summary exection is the usual punishment for speeding in a Federation space lane without authority, but since Avon, it is Avon isn´t it?...since I fancy your companion rotten, we´ll over look it."
Klegg: I think Madame President would like a word with you.
Klegg: No..... Mrs McClusky!
Tarrant´s faux pas were becoming increasingly disturbing
white afro in space
Klegg: Do you two know each other?
But neither Tarrant or Avon would mention what happened in the playground all those years ago...
Klegg looked mournfully at Tarrant. Once upon a time, he´d had hair like that....
Tarant: Avon, will you take Dayna 2 be your.......
Fed Trooper: Get on with the Ceremony
Tarrant: We´re the fashion police, and we´ve come to make two arrests. Black is in for fall, and we´re here to make sure you comply with that regulation.
...And that´s the day Avon decided that black was his color, after all.