John: Oh you have GOT to be kidding! Tell me there is some kind of sick punch line coming!
Zhaan: Unfortunately John – it’s true.
John: Great. Abso-fudging-lutely great.
D’Argo: Rygel, listen to me. And listen very, very carefully.(he says something in Luxan)
John: What the hell did you just say?
Chiana: Something about his corpse and a – body function.
John: Oh that’ll help.
John: Well I can tell you this for free – I will not be taken alive. I’ve been in the goddamned Chair and I am not going back in it.
D’Argo: I know of the concept, but there is no Luxan word for it.
John: I am not talking about suicide. But it doesn’t look like we’re gonna get out of this one and if we’re gonna go down, I wanna go down swinging.
D’Argo: Then we shall do so together.
Aeryn: Ugh! Just to be in the warm glow of all this testosterone!
John: Okay. What did we see? Rygel flew that transport right in to their ship.
D’Argo: Presumably screaming, I surrender, all the way.
John: Yeah, but what if one of us did the same thing, but at the last second veered off straight into the bridge? A Trojan Horse.
Zhaan: You went there to sell us out Rygel.
Rygel: You bet your shiny blue ass I did. Hmph! But I didn’t. So make the most of it now.
John: Oh yeah! Ah, the tools of the chief anarchist.
Zhaan: John? I’ve made new family here, surrounded by all of you. And now I sense it’s coming to an end.
John: Well, it’s a Jerry Springer kind of family. But for what’s it’s worth Zhaan – you are family.
John: Dad. This is probably the last note in the bottle you’re going to get. Things are going bad here, and, uh…
Crais: There is much in life that is unfair. We are all proof of that.
John: If life was fair, you’d be dead.
John: What are you doing here Crais? Really.
Crais: I believe that my best chance is to let the Hynerian explain my position to you.
John: You’re letting Rygel be your advocate? You’re worse off than you look.
John: How’re you doing?
Crais: Why would you ask?
John: I look at you… And I get homesick. I’m desperate for human, male-to-male conversation. And I figure cars, football… They’re out of the question.
Chiana: Well ah – what if other people want you, too?
John: Is this some sort 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.
John: When someone else needs it, return the favor. You pass it on.
Rygel: You’re not joking. I can have your possessions?
John: If I die and you don’t – yeah. Have at it.
John: Well, you’re a material kind of guy Rygel. Have some material.
Rygel: What does that mean?
John: It means, Sparky, that you’re a soulless bastard.
Rygel: I am not.
John: Hey, who knows? Maybe you’ll get lucky. We’ll all die and you can have all our stuff.
Rygel: That’s not fair.
John: Sparky, Spanky, Fluffy, Buckwheat XVI. You tried to sell us out.
Rygel: But I didn’t – did I?
John: They weren’t buying – were they?
Rygel: No. And I became convinced that after I turned you in, I would be next.
John: Aw. Now how does that taste in your mouth?
Rygel: Look I-I know I can be selfish, but given a chance I can usually-
John: Do what? Do the right thing?
John: Rygel, I figure the right thing starts at the beginning of the day. Not after you’ve been caught.
John: This is John Crichton, somewhere in the Universe.
D’Argo: I hate this stuff.
John: Chicks love it.
John: How much time do we have after it starts?
D’Argo: She was vague to the point that I suspect that she doesn’t have a clue.
John: Fleet of bogeys on the way. Fly fasta Rasta Man!
D’Argo: If I could fly any faster, don’t you think I would?
John: Just a figure of speech D’Argo.
D’Argo: Figure less. Speak less.
John: Hey – D’Argo. How come I’m not afraid?
D’Argo: Fear accompanies the possibility of death. Calm shepherds its certainty.
John: I love hanging with you, man. My Dad’s good luck charm.
D’Argo: Does it work?
John: I’m alive. So far.
John: Kirk and Spock. Abbot and Costello. First base.
John: Hey you bastards. John Crichton was here.