John: No! NO! NO! Absolutely not! Just get outta my face!
D’Argo: Don’t be a coward. You say you want to clean your teeth.
John: BRUSH them! I want to BRUSH my teeth!
D’Argo: But to manually clean your teeth as you describe is highly inefficient.
John: That’s too damn bad. You’re not sticking that freakin’ maggot in my -What’s it doing?
D’Argo: Cleaning all the excess bacteria and food particles. Never – swallow – the Dentic….Pilot! Report!
Aeryn: This is Aeryn. I’m in the Command. You’d better get up here quickly.
John: It’s kinda minty…
John: Don’t tell me – Moya’s got hiccups.
John: How fast can they go?
Aeryn: Hetch 7.
John: Hetch 7? Thing’s a Hyundai. Why don’t we stop playing hide and seek and just smoke ’em?
Aeryn: I’m sure your world has no force so… ruthless, so disciplined.
John: We call them linebackers. Or serial killers. Depends on whether they’re professional or amateur.
Aeryn: No offense – human – but what could I possibly need from you?
John: Oh, I don’t know. Manners… personality… stock tips
John: The giant Ouija board says – uh – optimum plus 3.
Pilot: All attempts to chill the ship have been overridden by the heat buildup.
John: “Chill” being the operative word here Aeryn. It’s a little warmer, what’s the big deal?
John: Oh, yeah. No, I knew that.
Zhaan: It’s all right. There’s so much new information for you to assimilate. Sometimes the smaller things will elude you.
John: Well at least you get that. The others treat me like I’m some kind of Earth idiot.
Zhaan: Well granted they’re not the most patient beings – but – what did you expect?
John: Oh, I don’t know. A little slack, maybe? At least they know where they are, how things work. It takes me 10 minutes to figure out how to open the door.
Zhaan: You’ll need to develop some patience yourself if you expect to survive here.
John: I’m trying. Ooh I am trying. But y’know, with Aeryn and D’Argo, it’s like everything is a test. It’s like I’m in some never-ending frat hazing at Alien U.
Zhaan: Frat? Hazing?
John: Next planet I’ll, rent ya a copy of “Animal House”…
D’Argo: Nothing can resist a prism laser saw.
John: Well, you’d better check the warranty, ‘cos that stuff ain’t budging.
D’Argo: This is one of them!
John: No! It’s the real Zhaan! She’s talking. The Xeroxes can’t do that.
Aeryn: No How much longer?
John: I don’t know. We didn’t cover the life-cycle of deep space insects at JFK High.
John: Hey, remember me? Didn’t we meet at a party a few years back?
Aeryn: I always thought that lesser life forms were useless. Just something to be squashed.
John: Yeah, it’s… it’s humbling when you realize that – You’re not talking about the Draks, are you? Fine. Well, on behalf of lesser life forms everywhere, I accept the – compliment.