John: Slicker'n snot.
Aeryn: My microbes had to have translated that one wrong.
John: Southern metaphors, darlin'. You haven't heard the half of them.
Aeryn: Now you do that one again and I'll kill you.
Aeryn: There's nothing out there.
John: Exactly, Aeryn. That's why we picked this spot. Nothing for me to hit. Perfect for a driving lesson, like a big mall parking lot on a Sunday morning.
Zhaan: Teaching Crichton takes time, D'Argo.
D'Argo: Teaching Crichton is a waste of time.
Zhaan: Rygel, if you don't stop that this instant-
Rygel: You'll what? Do tell. It may be preferrable to this mind-numbling tedium.
John: Aeryn, don't scare me like that!
Aeryn: What, you thought I had something to do with that?
John: No, I thought- Never mind. You gonna be all right?
Aeryn: I think so. You?
John: If you don't count a broken neck. A couple of aspirin and I'll be fine.
Rygel: What exactly are you?
Zhaan: If you truly are interested in helping us, our transport pod is still out there. Two of our comrades are aboard.
Staanz: They're not family?
Zhaan: No.
Staanz: Good. There's nothing worse than losing family.
D'Argo: You tried to loot a dead Luxan ship.
Staanz: Of course. That's what I do, I loot ships. I see a ship, I try to loot it.
John: Aeryn, where are you?
Aeryn: I haven't the faintest idea!
John: Oh, man. I knew this was gonna hurt.
Aeryn: It'll be all right if I can get it out. Can you toss me that axe?
John: Yeah. What are you going to do with it?
Aeryn: I'm going to hack my foot off.
John: Oh, no, let me then.
Aeryn: Oh, just give it to me!
Zhaan: We will strive to keep them distracted as long as we can.
(Looks at Rygel)
Zhaan: I will strive to keep them distracted.
Aeryn: Comfortable? Can I get you a pillow?
Aeryn: We have a problem.
(Shows John the helmet)
John: Broken. Do we have another one of those?
Aeryn: Exactly that. One.
John: So one of us gets to die.
Kcrackic: Very unusual move. Where did you learn it?
Rygel: I made it up myself.
Kcrackic: Did you? I know someone else that makes that move.
Rygel: Good for you.
John: You sure that thing's going to work?
Aeryn: It should kill you.
John: It's not the kill shot that concerns me. I'm sure you guys got that one down fine. It's the wakeup call that's got me worried.
John: You call that good odds? No, I'm going to teach you CPR.
Aeryn: What's that?
John: Human rescue technique, Aeryn. Very low-tech.
Aeryn: We don't have time for this.
John: Aeryn, I've got time!
Aeryn: Sounds far too complicated.
John: It's a lot less complicated than learning to fly a transport pod.
Aeryn: Fine. Show it to me.
John: Hey, when Sebaceans die, what do you guys believe happens? Do you believe in an afterlife, heaven and hell, all that jazz? Humans believe- well, some do- that there's this bright light, and you end up somewhere else along with family, friends, relatives... All those who died before you. Does that ring a bell?
Aeryn: Sebaceans believe when you die, you die. You go nowhere, see nothing.
John: I'll find out in a minute, huh?
Aeryn: I won't let you down, John.
John: This is gonna hurt like crap, isn't it?
Staanz: What do you look so down about? You said yourself, the two aboard weren't family.
John: You did it, Aeryn. You did it! But you lied like a dog. God, that hurt like hell!
Aeryn: I didn't finish-
John: You didn't what?
Aeryn: Time was running out.
John: Wait a minute. You stopped because-
Aeryn: We have about half an arn of breathable atmosphere left.
Zhaan: You gave them the frequency of the ship!
Rygel: The wrong frequency, yes.
Rygel: Where are they headed, Pilot?
Pilot: I'm not entirely certain. I could follow them for you.
Rygel: Don't bother. As long as it's far from here.
Pilot: It's certainly that.
John: Colder than a frog's ass.
Staanz: You've got to be looking forward to seeing your son.
D'Argo: Yes. But when I do, I want to be able to look him in the eye.
John: Aeryn, you should have kept going. Finished the repairs. At least one of us would have survived.
Aeryn: And be sitting here alone now? I chose not to.
John: I thought Peacekeepers were trained to fight alone, survive alone, die alone.
Aeryn: It appears my traning has failed me. I don't want to die alone. What did you see? After the kill shot, when you were dead... Did you see things humans believe? The light, friends...
John: No. I didn't. ALl I saw was black. I don't know. Maybe Sebaceans are right. Maybe... I wasn't supposed to die that time.
Aeryn: Well, maybe you'll find out for certain this time.
Aeryn: Somebody's docking?
Staanz: Do you think maybe you can untie me, please? This is not fun.
John: Is he dangerous?
D'Argo: Merely annoying.
Staanz: Everyone needs a mate, Ka D'Argo. Even you.
John: A mate?
John: You know, big guy, I think we'd better give you a little time alone here. Because I know in a universe this vast, when two hearts collide-
D'Argo: Shut up!
D'Argo: A Luxan warrior must never be indecisive in battle. My indecision nearly cost Aeryn and Crichton their lives.
Zhaan: But you saved them.
D'Argo: Barely. And by saving them, I may have given up my only chance of ever seeing my son again.
John: Heat of the moment.
Aeryn: Exactly. Too much pure oxygen.
John: Affected our judgment. If you had been you and D'Argo there, the same thing probably would have happened.
Aeryn: Or you and Zhaan.
John: Anyway, one thing's for sure. It will never, never happen again.
Aeryn: Never.
John: Never.
Aeryn: Never.
John: One thing... just to be absolutely certain, you are the female of your species, right?
(Something happens, we don't know what)
John: I'll take that as a yes.
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