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Part 5 -
General Ka D'Argo: John, I really need to just unburden myself on you.
John Crichton: What?
General Ka D'Argo: Well, lately I've been thinking about you in a very different way.
John Crichton: Uh hmmm.
General Ka D'Argo: Mmm Hmmm and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind participating with me in a little Luxan bonding ritual. Here's the thing okay? What we need are some chains, my Qualta blade, just a little squirt of luxar oil and ohh, Chiana.
John Crichton: Chiana?
General Ka D'Argo: Yeah, she wants to watch.
John Crichton: Oh no.
General Ka D'Argo: Oh yes.
John Crichton: Nothing strange happened to you guys?
General Ka D'Argo: I live on this ship. Something strange always happens.
John Crichton: Dr. Chuck Jones wrote the book on these situations.
John Crichton: Cross my heart, smack me dead, stick a lobster on my head.
John Crichton: Where do they get these stories? Let's set the facts straight. First off, there was no raping; very little pillaging and Frau Blucher popped all the eyeballs.
Dominar Rygel XVI: Repent? We've less than an arn. I was a Dominar. Take me longer than that to repent.
Jool: Shoot him! Shoot him now! You're the warrior! Shoot him now!
General Ka D'Argo: Alright. With what? My nose?
Scorpius: Why is it always the gentle ones, who pay for everybody else's ambitions?
Dominar Rygel XVI: Look, I...I know I can be selfish, but given a chance I can usually....
John Crichton: Do what? Do the right thing?
Dominar Rygel XVI: Yes.
John Crichton: Rygel, I figure the right thing starts at the beginning of the day, not after you've been caught.
John Crichton: Damn, Smokey. You can't argue with a woman!
Captain Biallar Crais: John...
John Crichton: Don't call me John!
Captain Biallar Crais: Crichton, then. Are you accusing me of theft?
Aeryn Sun: Talyn, you've seen them both naked. Perhaps you can tell us who's bigger.
John Crichton: We're gonna have a little chat. Moya must know that there's something seriously wrong with Pilot. We gotta get that thing out of him. Does she have any idea how we can do that?
Pike DRD: Beep.
John Crichton: You understand any of this?
Chiana: No.
John Crichton: Alright, we don't understand the R2D2 crap. We're going to use the Star Trek system. One blink for yes, two blinks for no.
Scorpius: There are vast areas of your brain that are filled with nothing but... gibberish.
John Crichton: That would be high school.
Rygel hold's Sikozu's separated hand
Dominar Rygel XVI: Wormholes. Aeryn. Earth. Aeryn. Scorpius. Aeryn. I'm out of fingers. Want me to keep counting on hers?
John and Aeryn in a dream of John's, talking about their child.
John Crichton: Maybe it's not mine at all.
Aeryn Sun: You just won't let that rest, will you?
John Crichton: Nah. Maybe it's got a little pony tail and a teeny, tiny goatee.
Aeryn Sun: Maybe.
John Crichton: Maybe there's half a metal face on it.
Aeryn Sun: Maybe.
John Crichton: Maybe it's a royal pain in the ass, eats all the time and farts a lot.
Aeryn Sun: Then we'll know it's yours.
John Crichton: Not only are my eyes perfect, but they're BLUE!!
Aeryn Sun: This is my turn. My plan. Now let's go!
John Crichton: Absolutely not! There are other things that we can do. We can negotiate with the Tavloids, we can ..
Aeryn knocks him out
Aeryn Sun: Tav'leks.
Upon seeing Moya for the first time.
John Crichton: That's big. That's really big.
John Crichton: Oh please, let it all be a dream. A very bad, very twisted dream.
Upon first arriving aboard Moya
Regarding Aeryn
John Crichton: How about we show them a little compassion?
Aeryn Sun: Compassion? What is compassion?
John Crichton: Compassion? Wha... you're kidding, right?
John Crichton: Well how do I know that I can trust you?
Aeryn Sun: You don't. That's just another thing you don't know.
Regarding Crichton
Captain Biallar Crais: Human? It will require some study. I will personally enjoy pulling you apart to see what you're made of.
To Crichton
Aeryn Sun: Who are you to order me around?
John Crichton: Order? I was offering a suggestion!
Aeryn Sun: Well, who are you to offer suggestions?
Zhaan: Am I the only species in creation that doesn't thrive on conflict?
John Crichton: Pilot, get a tractor beam on that shuttle!
Captain Biallar Crais: Tractor beam? What's that?
John Crichton: Graviton field, attracto ray, superglue. Whatever it is you yanked me aboard with!
Captain Biallar Crais: You mean the docking web.
Kyr: I'm not afraid of you. You're soft and weak.
Zhaan smashes him into the wall.
Zhaan: Soft, yes. Weak, no.
John Crichton: This is not over with. And when it is, you and I are gonna sit down and have a serious talk.
Aeryn Sun: Sure. When this is over, you and I will probably be dead.
John Crichton: You shanghai my ass down here, and now you want me to lead? Give me one good reason!
Aeryn Sun: Lots of reasons. Land mines, fire snakes, razor grass, night vision snipers, Morlian death spiders...
Aeryn Sun: Enjoying yourself?
John Crichton: Oh, yeah. Marching through a smelly, bug-infested jungle. If this is your idea of a good time, I bet you don't get a lot of second dates.
General Ka D'Argo: John, I really need to just unburden myself on you.
John Crichton: What?
General Ka D'Argo: Well, lately I've been thinking about you in a very different way.
John Crichton: Uh hmmm.
General Ka D'Argo: Mmm Hmmm and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind participating with me in a little Luxan bonding ritual. Here's the thing okay? What we need are some chains, my Qualta blade, just a little squirt of luxar oil and ohh, Chiana.
John Crichton: Chiana?
General Ka D'Argo: Yeah, she wants to watch.
John Crichton: Oh no.
General Ka D'Argo: Oh yes.
John Crichton: Nothing strange happened to you guys?
General Ka D'Argo: I live on this ship. Something strange always happens.
John Crichton: Dr. Chuck Jones wrote the book on these situations.
John Crichton: Cross my heart, smack me dead, stick a lobster on my head.
John Crichton: Where do they get these stories? Let's set the facts straight. First off, there was no raping; very little pillaging and Frau Blucher popped all the eyeballs.
Dominar Rygel XVI: Repent? We've less than an arn. I was a Dominar. Take me longer than that to repent.
Jool: Shoot him! Shoot him now! You're the warrior! Shoot him now!
General Ka D'Argo: Alright. With what? My nose?
Scorpius: Why is it always the gentle ones, who pay for everybody else's ambitions?
Dominar Rygel XVI: Look, I...I know I can be selfish, but given a chance I can usually....
John Crichton: Do what? Do the right thing?
Dominar Rygel XVI: Yes.
John Crichton: Rygel, I figure the right thing starts at the beginning of the day, not after you've been caught.
John Crichton: Damn, Smokey. You can't argue with a woman!
Captain Biallar Crais: John...
John Crichton: Don't call me John!
Captain Biallar Crais: Crichton, then. Are you accusing me of theft?
Aeryn Sun: Talyn, you've seen them both naked. Perhaps you can tell us who's bigger.
John Crichton: We're gonna have a little chat. Moya must know that there's something seriously wrong with Pilot. We gotta get that thing out of him. Does she have any idea how we can do that?
Pike DRD: Beep.
John Crichton: You understand any of this?
Chiana: No.
John Crichton: Alright, we don't understand the R2D2 crap. We're going to use the Star Trek system. One blink for yes, two blinks for no.
Scorpius: There are vast areas of your brain that are filled with nothing but... gibberish.
John Crichton: That would be high school.
Rygel hold's Sikozu's separated hand
Dominar Rygel XVI: Wormholes. Aeryn. Earth. Aeryn. Scorpius. Aeryn. I'm out of fingers. Want me to keep counting on hers?
John and Aeryn in a dream of John's, talking about their child.
John Crichton: Maybe it's not mine at all.
Aeryn Sun: You just won't let that rest, will you?
John Crichton: Nah. Maybe it's got a little pony tail and a teeny, tiny goatee.
Aeryn Sun: Maybe.
John Crichton: Maybe there's half a metal face on it.
Aeryn Sun: Maybe.
John Crichton: Maybe it's a royal pain in the ass, eats all the time and farts a lot.
Aeryn Sun: Then we'll know it's yours.
John Crichton: Not only are my eyes perfect, but they're BLUE!!
Aeryn Sun: This is my turn. My plan. Now let's go!
John Crichton: Absolutely not! There are other things that we can do. We can negotiate with the Tavloids, we can ..
Aeryn knocks him out
Aeryn Sun: Tav'leks.
Upon seeing Moya for the first time.
John Crichton: That's big. That's really big.
John Crichton: Oh please, let it all be a dream. A very bad, very twisted dream.
Upon first arriving aboard Moya
Regarding Aeryn
John Crichton: How about we show them a little compassion?
Aeryn Sun: Compassion? What is compassion?
John Crichton: Compassion? Wha... you're kidding, right?
John Crichton: Well how do I know that I can trust you?
Aeryn Sun: You don't. That's just another thing you don't know.
Regarding Crichton
Captain Biallar Crais: Human? It will require some study. I will personally enjoy pulling you apart to see what you're made of.
To Crichton
Aeryn Sun: Who are you to order me around?
John Crichton: Order? I was offering a suggestion!
Aeryn Sun: Well, who are you to offer suggestions?
Zhaan: Am I the only species in creation that doesn't thrive on conflict?
John Crichton: Pilot, get a tractor beam on that shuttle!
Captain Biallar Crais: Tractor beam? What's that?
John Crichton: Graviton field, attracto ray, superglue. Whatever it is you yanked me aboard with!
Captain Biallar Crais: You mean the docking web.
Kyr: I'm not afraid of you. You're soft and weak.
Zhaan smashes him into the wall.
Zhaan: Soft, yes. Weak, no.
John Crichton: This is not over with. And when it is, you and I are gonna sit down and have a serious talk.
Aeryn Sun: Sure. When this is over, you and I will probably be dead.
John Crichton: You shanghai my ass down here, and now you want me to lead? Give me one good reason!
Aeryn Sun: Lots of reasons. Land mines, fire snakes, razor grass, night vision snipers, Morlian death spiders...
Aeryn Sun: Enjoying yourself?
John Crichton: Oh, yeah. Marching through a smelly, bug-infested jungle. If this is your idea of a good time, I bet you don't get a lot of second dates.