John: Tell me there is some kind of sick punchline coming.
Zhaan: Unfortunately, John, it's true.
John: Great. Abso-fudging-lutely great.
Aeryn: Let's not be surprised. Our weakest link is often the smallest.
D'Argo: Listen to me. And listen to me very, very carefully. (speaking in Luxan)
John: What the hell did you just say?
Chiana: Something about his corpse and a... body function.
Rygel: I am a dominar of action.
John: I will tell you this for free, I will not be taken alive. I've been in the God damn chair and I am not going back in it.
John: It doesn't look like we're going to get out of this one, and if we're going to do down, I want to go down swinging.
D'Argo: Then we shall do so together.
Aeryn: Oh, just to be in the warm glow of all this testosterone.
Crais: That's your third helping.
Rygel: That's for my third stomach. That's what happens, you see? By the time it's full, the first one's empty again.
Rygel: Um, with all due respect- wrong.
D'Argo: You are the only one of us who the Peacekeepers do not hunt.
Chiana: I went down to their base with Crichton. They know who I am.
D'Argo: That is why you must wear these restraints.
Chiana: I doubt I'll be able to subdue them with those.
Chiana: Don't tell me how to lie. It's one of the best things I do!
D'Argo: You are a real pain in the eema! But one I have grown to enjoy.
Zhaan: John, I've made new family here surrounded by all of you. But now I sense it is coming to an end.
John: It's a Jerry Springer kind of family. But for what it's worth, Zhaan, you are family.
John: Why don't I just start screaming and leave him a really happy memory?
Aeryn: When I was very young, one night a soldier appeared over my bunk. Battle-hardened. Scarred.
John: Cool, your father.
Aeryn: My mother. She told me that I wasn't merely an accident, or a genetic birthing to fill the ranks. That she and a male that she had cared about had chosen to yield a life- mine.
John: And what about your father?
Aeryn: I know even less.
John: Well... leave him a message. You never know. They might get it.
D'Argo: If given provocation, I will shoot him in such a way that he still is able to answer your questions.
Aeryn: Off the thronesled, Rygel, and face down on the ground.
Rygel: Well, hardly. Then I'd miss your reactions to what is about to happen. And please, whatever your reaction, don't let it include weapons fire.
John: My boy Crais!
Crais: Clearly an awkward situation.
Crais: As you can see, I am unarmed.
D'Argo: As you can see, I am also unarmed.
Crais: There isn't much in life that isn't unfair. We are all proof of that.
John: If life was fair, you'd be dead.
Aeryn: So. Is there anything you want to say to me?
Crais: I think we covered it all when you left me for dead in the Aurora Chair.
John: You're letting Rygel be your advocate? You're worse off than you look.
Zhaan: So you decided to take pity on poor Captain Crais.
Rygel: I don't take pity on orphans, much less that butcher. However, as the mind that engineered our original escape, and virtually every correct decision since then, I recognized his value.
Zhaan: You went there to sell us out, Rygel.
Rygel: You bet your shiny blue ass I did. But I didn't. So make the most of it now.
John: Kind of makes you feel your mortality, doesn't it? Being in there? That's what it's like for us. Every day, Every hour. Every minute. Every second with you riding our asses.
D'Argo: What does Scorpius value more than this Leviathan? I'd wager that precious research base down on that moon.
Chiana: The oil-covered moon. Brilliant. Light his world on fire.
Aeryn: You are not the captain here!
D'Argo: No one is. It is anarchy. And today, it is my day to rule.
Zhaan: Have you selected a name for him yet?
Aeryn: No. Any suggestions?
Zhaan: Christening a warship is out of my purview.
Zhaan: The instant I committed murder I sacrificed my right to exist. Since then, I view every microt as a generous yet undeserved gift from the goddess.
John: What's the matter?
Chiana: You're going flying with that crazy Luxan, aren't you?
John: You heard Crais. Scorpius wants me. And if I'm in the transport, it's more likely to draw the command carrier away from the rest of you guys.
Chiana: Well, what if other people want you, too?
John: Is this some kind of weird alien send-off?
Chiana: Call it what you like. I know of no other way to thank you for what you're doing.
John: Never before the big game. Hm? But thanks.
Chiana: You saved my life.
John: Pass it on.
Chiana: What?
John: When someone else needs it, return the favor. You pass it on.
Braca: Captain Crais has been officially pronounced irrevocably contaminated.
Crais: Your intelligence would qualify significantly for promotion.
Aeryn: Pity. I don't think a referral from you would mean anything now.
Rygel: I can have your possessions?
John: If I die and you don't, have at it.
Rygel: Why?
John: You're a material guy, Rygel. Have some material.
John: Spanky, Sparky, Fluffy, Buckwheat the 16th...You were going to sell us out.
Rygel: But I didn't, did I?
John: They weren't buying, were they?
John: I figure the right thing starts at the beginning of the day. Not after you've been caught.
Rygel: Thank you. For the possessions.
John: One other thing, Dad. You remember the day I left, you told me that every man has a chance to be his own kind of hero. Well, I don't think I'm ever coming home, so I won't get that ticker tape parade. And I don't think I'm ever going to have kids, so I won't get a chance to be a hero to them. But I think I know what you meant. I've got... A strange life here, Dad. It's different. But it's my own. I have people who rely on me. People who I care about. People who mystify me and people who've become allies. Friends. And people who teach me patience, and people who teach me other things. Well, you said the time would come, and I think it has. I have a job to do. And I am unafraid. That's what you said when they asked you what it was like to walk on the moon. You did good, Dad. You taught me well. This is John Crichton. Somewhere in the universe.
D'Argo: I hate this stuff.
John: Chicks love it.
Rygel: You know I'd do the same for you if it made sense. No, don't read into that, it's not what I meant!
John: Sparky, it's okay. I know what you meant.
John: I wasn't going to say goodbye.
Aeryn: Neither was I.
John: How much time do we have after it starts?
D'Argo: She was vague to the point that I suspect she doesn't have a clue.
John: How you doing?
D'Argo: I have to pee.
Pilot: Officer Sun, the offspring is not responding to my entreaty. Perhaps you should-
Aeryn: Call him by his name, Pilot.
Pilot: You have chosen a name for him?
Aeryn: Yes I have. It's Talyn. It was my father's.
John: How come I'm not afraid?
D'Argo: Fear accompanies the possibility of death. Calm shepards its certainty.
John: I love hanging with you, man.
John: My dad's good luck charm.
D'Argo: Does it work?
John: I'm still alive. So far.
John: Kirk and Spock. Abbott and Costello. First base!
John: Hey, you bastards, John Crichton was here.
Aeryn: Crais, listen to me now! You stop what you are doing and you leave the ship now!
Crais: Officer Sun, if by some strange quirk you survive your current situation, and we manage to encounter each other again, I hope our relationship away from the Peackeepers will be a much different one next time.
Aeryn: You can not take a child from its mother!
Crais: You forget, it was done to me, and it was done to you. Goodbye, Officer Sun.
John: You guys gotta get out of here. Starburst now.
Zhaan: We can not leave you and D'Argo.
Rygel: No. We can't, and we won't.
John: Moya, listen to me. We know how much you care about your baby. We feel the same way. That's why we've gone through all this trouble. Not just to save ourselves, but to save you, and him. The only chance of rescuing him is to save yourself first. Moya, thanks for everything. Now do what you have to do.
John: Aeryn?
Aeryn: I'm still here. But I still can't get to you.
John: It may not matter. D'Argo's unconscious.
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