Rygel: You're not seriously considering going down there, are you? For goodness sakes, did you see that thing?
D'Argo: You don't have to go down there, your flatulence.
Chiana: A distress call? Directed at us?
John: How stupid is that?
D'Argo: This is the most misrable place I think I have ever been.
Zhaan: Where you see misery, D'Argo, I find the end of misery.
D'Argo: To put things in perspective, Zhaan, but you are the least thing on this asteroid that I am allergic to.
John: The big guy's got a point. My rashes have got rashes.
John: Don't forget, happy campers, the girl in the distress signal said "creature."
D'Argo: She's probably dead by now. Which is what I'll be if I don't get off this asteroid.
Zhaan: Are you picking up any being's scent?
D'Argo: Zhaan, let me explain to you what is going on inside my nose right now. Large pieces of green mucus, gunk-
John: D'Argo, D'Argo, no no no. Stop it with the Luxan poetry.
John: There's some healthy-sounding sinuses.
Zhaan: Where are you hurt?
D'Argo: At the moment, everywhere.
Aeryn: What is it, Pilot? What's wrong?
Pilot: Besides the obvious, a great deal. I don't know who else I can trust but you.
Aeryn: You want me to go aboard.
Pilot: Moya gives you permission to do so.
Aeryn: But does the baby?
Pilot: How did you manage to find it so quickly?
Aeryn: I think I was supposed to.
Crais: Your branch of the service gives you special privileges, Scorpius. Which does not include disrespect of rank.
Zhaan: Just swallow it!
D'Argo: If you want to kill me, why don't you just shoot me?
Zhaan: This herb will stop your internal bleeding. Would you rather I cut you open, D'Argo?
D'Argo: You're no surgeon.
Zhaan: Exactly. Now swallow!
John: All right, one quick trip to the pharmacy coming up. Out the door, turn left at the creature.
M'Lee: You smell different. You smell like out there.
Zhaan: Your olfactory senses are very good. I am also flora.
John: Yeah, right. Say what?
Zhaan: Didn't you know?
John: Know what? You're a plant?
Zhaan: Always have been, John. Why, does that bother you?
John: No, it doesn't bother me. I just never suspected... You're a vegetable?
Zhaan: Sentient floran life isn't all that unusual, John. I have cartilaginous fibers instead of bone. Tuperadinas cellulose tissue. And regenerative fascia membrane.
John: The blue?
Zhaan: Chloroplast tintation. The yellow highlights are stomata for the transpiration of water.
John: Ah, that's why you like the light so much. Photosynthesis.
M'Lee: I'm sorry about your female. I was scared.
John: It's not your fault.
D'Argo: No, it was your fault. You were meant to look after Zhaan and instead you went running-
John: It was instinct, D'Argo. You understand instinct. Every single thing you do is based on it.
John: Damn, ugly leftovers.
John: She said you were the monster.
Br'nee: Yes, my parents believed so, too. But it was just a phase all children go through.
Aeryn: Do you understand what's happening?
Pilot: Officer Sun, make him understand.
Aeryn: If they try to communicate with you, they are called Peacekeepers and you must understand, they are not to be believed. Look, it's true, in a perverse way you do come from them. But so do I. Look, I wish there was more time for this, but there isn't any time. You are going to have to decide if you will trust your mother. Us. If you're going to trust me.
John: That is a very impressive machine. My aunt had one.
John: If you're not back in an hour, M'Lee won't be the only one hunting you down. Capisce?
John: Take it outside, M'Lee. Us Southern boys don't make good eatin'. Not without a fight.
M'Lee: I need you to know the truth.
John: Is that before or after I supply your recommended daily allowance of calcium?
Aeryn: Amongst all these Peacekeeper systems I feel quite at home.
Rygel: We couldn't be happier. Honestly. You deserve a home where you're wanted.
Aeryn: Pilot. I'll be returning to Moya shortly. Please let me know if any Peacekeeper scans are imminent.
Rygel: Maybe you ought to stay there.
Aeryn: Maybe you and I ought to have a little one on one when I get back, Rygel.
Rygel: If you've got a problem with all this maybe you should-
Chiana: You ought to keep one foot out of your mouth. You may need it to run. Look, what slimy means is that if we get attacked, the only weapon we've got is that kid.
Aeryn: I am not dragging this ship into a conflict not of its making.
Rygel: Who said we had a choice?
John: To murder sentient beings in order to save a few stinking plants?
Zhaan: How animalcentric of you, John.
John: Sorry, Zhaan. I forgot. You're-
Zhaan: I am a stinking plant.
D'Argo: No offense, but I say we take this tree-hugger, shove him out the access port, and get the hezmana out of here.
John: Take me there.
Zhaan: No, John. Considering the stakes, I'll go. I think under the circumstances, a cool head behind that trigger... Wouldn't you agree?
John: Be careful.
D'Argo: I'm sorry. I have nothing to offer you.
M'Lee: Please. Anything.
D'Argo: Except, there is a ship of beings out there. Thousands. No one will regret their passing.
Br'nee: Did you get her? Did you kill M'Lee?
John: Nope.
John: You know, it's funny. Sometimes I'm very, very slow.
Br'nee: I will shoot you.
John: Nah, I don't think so. Not without the chakan oil cartridge.
John: What the hell am I looking at?
Zhaan: Justice.
Zhaan: There is much cruelty in the universe.
John: Yeah. And we seem to have a treasure map to it.
Zhaan: When did our roles become reversed, sweet D'Argo?
D'Argo: When you required it.
Chiana: If your hand is still there in one microt, I'll snap it off and use it as a good luck charm.
Pilot: Moya has asked to relay to you how well she and her offspring are communicating now, all thanks to you.
Aeryn: Oh, Pilot, I did what I had to for the good of the ship.
Pilot: Well, the ship has notified me that the offspring now needs a name. And she would be extremely honored if you, Aeryn Sun, would be the one to choose his name.
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