John: Aeryn, check this out. One critter, two-part harmony.
Aeryn: Trelkez. Don't get it then. Too few heads.
John: They come with more?
Aeryn: Yeah. The more heads, the better value they are. Their brains are the tasiest part.
John: Yeah, right. Like you cook this guy and eat his brains.
Aeryn: Cook, never. Raw.
Zhaan: You have a touch of Klendian flu. It's not fatal.
D'Argo: We only wish it were.
Jester: How could I have overheard this? Your mother's maiden name was McDougal. You skipped third grade. You lost your virginity to Karen Shore in the back of a minivan.
John: It wasn't a minivan, it was a four by four.
D'Argo: He's over this way. I can smell him.
Aeryn: You can smell him in all of this?
D'Argo: Yes. His odor is even stronger than yours.
Aeryn: I don't have an odor.
Crais: I am here, Crichton.
John: To talk to?
Crais: To kill you.
Aeryn: He's done very well to terrorize primitive people. Let's go back to Moya, get some weapons and see how well he does against a pair of soldiers.
Loki: It's not just a matter of skill, it's intent. You must want to do harm, cause pain, even kill. You are a ninth level Pa'u. You simply aren't capable of that.
Zhaan: I once was.
Loki: Are you afraid of Maldis? You can destroy him.
Zhaan: That's what terrifies me.
John: My module, the one I was piloting? How does it compare to your Prowlers?
Crais: Primitive. No weapons, no defense shield.
John: A wind-up toy, right? Yeah, my species is so primitive we all live on one planet.
Zhaan: Maldis even in his corporeal form can not be hurt by weapons like those.
Aeryn: Then what can hurt him?
Zhaan: I can.
Aeryn: Oh. Well, then after you. What are you waiting for?
Zhaan: A third choice. Although I know there are only two. Let one evil flourish, or unleash another evil against it. How would you choose?
Maldis: You begin to understand what I am all about.
John: Yeah, you're a vampire.
Maldis: Some eat plants, some meat... I consume the life essence itself, preferrably medium rare.
Crais: Truce. My oath as a Peacekeeper.
Rygel: I don't care what Aeryn says. You certainly look dead to me. I don't know your customs for these situations, not that I care. So I'll give you the Hynerian Ceremony of Passage. John Crichton, valued friend. Now wait a minute. Valued friend's a bit of a stretch. John Crichton, unwelcome shipmate. May you have safe transport to the hallowed realm. Actually, not our hallowed realm. That's for Hynerians. Go find your own hallowed realm. With the Ceremony of Passage completed, I declare you officially dead, and claim all your possessions for myself.
Maldis: Pretty gutsy. So why do you keep playing hide and seek with Crais? Take him on!
John: What's the matter, Maldis? Blood sugar getting low? Need another hit of violence to kick up the old energy level?
Maldis: Yes. I'm getting tired ot appetizers. It's time to die.
John: Is that supposed to motivate me?
Maldis: Only one of you has to die.
John: What does the other one get, a free trip to Bermuda?
John: It's not Kansas, and you're way too homely to be Auntie Em, but... Come here, Toto.
Aeryn: Zhaan, I feel I mist apologize to you for mocking your courage. I see now that you are more of a warrior than I ever thought.
Aeryn: What is the matter with her?
D'Argo: You called her a warrior. You could not have cut her more deeply.
Zhaan: Before I became a priest, I was a savage.
John: Yeah, I think I remember you saying that. I don't know that I ever believed it.
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