Aeryn: What is the cargo?
Matala: You expect me to tell a Peacekeeper?
John: She's retired.
Aeryn: Something the matter?
John: No, I just had a... I don't know what I had.
D'Argo: No bargains. These are my friends.
Rygel: Friends? You?
D'Argo: You must excuse the Hynerian. His manners match his size.
John: She's an entirely different species. We could never...
John: I'm just gonna get some air.
Aeryn: We have air in here. What is the matter with him?
Zhaan: He is Crichton.
John: Ilanic women, when it comes to attracting men, do they have any special pheremones? You know, body chemistry that acts like an aphrodesiac?
D'Argo: No.
John: How about about mental abilities? Do they have telepathic powers of seduction? Like a psychic Spanish fly.
John: I've been having these flashes. And I'm somewhere else. And Matala's there. We're like, getting horizontal... Vertical...
D'Argo: Remove her from your thoughts.
John: Trust me, I'm trying!
Aeryn: Did you hear me?
John: Yeah, I heard you. Twice.
Aeryn: You are very odd, Crichton.
John: Open your ears, or your tentacles, or whatever orifice it is you listen with!
Matala: I'm curious about Crichton.
Zhaan: He's far too complex, I'm afraid, for you to know in the short time that you'll be here. I suggest you shouldn't try.
Zhaan: John, what is it?
John: This is gonna take a lot of explaining.
Zhaan: The concept is a fascinating one.
John: Yeah, well it could still be a concept. I could just be going plain old bonkers here. But I guess it's about time that happened.
Zhaan: If these future flashes are indeed occurring as you say, John, then you can simply alter the sequence of events and change the future.
John: I just did.
John: I'm sorry... again.
Zhaan: According to this preminition, D'Argo will kill you.
John: Yeah. I think the Ilanics have turned him around somehow, I don't know.
Zhaan: I will talk to him.
John: Talk? And what, give me a character reference? I just felt the blade slice through my guts!
Aeryn: How did you know about that?
John: I saw it in the future.
Aeryn: What do you mean by that?
John: Look... You know what? Ask me later. Just ask me later when I've got more time. Of course I could be dead three or four times by the time you ask.
D'Argo: I did not tell Verrell what my crime was. No one on this ship knows the real truth.
John: There is some crap going down here that just might be of interest to you.
Verrel: Crap?
John: Yes, crap. Crap like I know you're not out here in the Uncharted Territories doing research. Crap like you have enemies called the Scorpions and that your trusted colleague Matala is a spy for them.
Verrell: You're talking nonsense.
John: Yeah, my entire life has become nonsense, so I suggest you listen to me.
John: You captured a piece of a black hole and you're going to use it as a weapon?
Zhaan: If these future flashes are indeed occurring as you say, John, then you can simply alter the sequence of events and change the future.
John: Oh, man. It just happened again.
Zhaan: He says he is experiencing the future.
Aeryn: The future? He can barely function in the present.
D'Argo: Where's that Hynerian bandit?
John: Now you shut up and you listen to me! In that future conversation when Matala offers you to go to the Ilanic Wars, you tell her it's impossible. You tell her that your crime, the crime that you were imprisoned for, would stand in the way. Not the crime that you told us. Not the crime that you say you were imprisoned for, but the real crime. The crime that you've been keeping secret from everybody aboard this ship.
John: I'm sorry. I should have seen it coming.
John: What is that smell?
Rygel: The tail end of a food binge, I'm afraid.
John: How are you doing?
D'Argo: I will recover.
John: Yeah, when?
D'Argo: Do you mock me?
John: D'Argo, I mock all of us.
John: You know you're not the first to have his head snapped off by a chick.
D'Argo: I don't want to talk about it.
John: Fine. But I'm right.
D'Argo: My personal life is not for discussion.
John: This is a stupid question, but do you consider your true crime part of your personal life?
D'Argo: I don't want to talk about it.
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