Judy Robinson: I don't like the sound of that sound.
John Robinson: There's a lot of space out there to get lost
in.
Dr. Smith: Give my regards to oblivion.
Robot: Destroy Robinson family!
Major Don West: If there's no time for fun, Doc, then what
are we saving the planet for?
Judy Robinson: Those who can't think, fight.
[Why the others should believe his warning about the spiders.]
Dr. Smith: Evil knows evil.
Dr. Zachary Smith: I'm a doctor, not a space explorer.
Major West: You know, I'm thinking this is your "kiss for
luck" situation. Judy Robinson: Thinking. Not your strong
point, is it?
Penny Robinson: Never love anything, kiddo, you will just
end up losing it.
Don West: 8 years of flight training. Navigational holographics
online. 50 combat missions. Course confirmed for slingshot
exit of the solar system. Just so I could take the family
camper on an interstellar picnic.
[To her diary, about Major West.] Penny: Ouch. Could he
be cuter? I don't *think* so.
Robot: Why did the robot cross the road? Because he was
carbon bonded to the chicken!
Robot: It sounds like old morse code. Will: What does it
say? Robot: Danger, Will Robinson, danger.
Dr. Zachary Smith: Black was always my colour.
Major Don West: OK, last one to kill a bad guy buys the
beer.
Dr. Smith: Like the drip, drip, drip of blood... Don West:
You really need to shut up.
[Launching the Jupiter-1.] Major West: And the monkey flips
the switch.
[To her diary.] Penny Robinson: On this eve before she is
torn from all she knows, kidnapped, hurled into deep space
against her will, what thoughts fill the mind of the young
space captive?
