John: Hey D’Argo.
D’Argo: Do you feel any pain?
John: No. But I’d really love to pick my nose.
D’Argo: He remains without a sense of humor.
Jena: That is either the most pathetic fabrication I’ve ever heard, or the most pathetic life I could ever imagine. Either way-
John: Oh like there aren’t some whacked out antecedents to a chick with the stiletto in her wrist.
Jena: Prevent the Scarrans from getting a claw on this empire. You’re my best chance of making that happen.
John: Assuming I’m willing to play garden gnome for the next 80 cycles.
Jena: Can I trust you?
John: Oh yeah, I’m a regular boy scout.
Tyno: Crichton! Wait! Where are you going?
John: I don’t know. I’ll let you know when I get there.
Cargn: Is it too hot in here Scorpius?
D’Argo: What’s the matter?
Cargn: When he becomes incapacitated, I shall turn my full attention to you.
Scorpius: Nothing! It’s nothing! Don’t listen to him!
Cargn: Because if you do, you’ll know his mutants weakness, that his Scarran half loves the heat, thrives in heat – craves heat. But his Peacekeeper half is destroyed by the same warmth.
D’Argo: Is this true?
Cargn: Thermal regulator suit. Cooling rods inserted directly into his brain. Tell me the rumors are true. Please tell me your search for thermic constancy is tormentful!
John: How Batman was that!
John: I am sorry if it upsets your line of succession, but I am not going to be a statue again!
Empress Novia: I understand your concerns as I’m sure you must understand ours. However, you’re the kind of man that would walk away from his own child, we would not want you to rule.
John: Child? What the hell you talking about?
Empress Novia: My daughter is pregnant with your seed.
John: How-? Whoa- How-? Nono- We never-
Empress Novia: Samples from the DNA comparison. Did you really think a system this stable would leave so important a detail to chance?
John: Make me a statue.
Empress Novia: You change your mind so quickly?
John: A child deserves two parents. My child deserves a father. Make me a statue.
Empress Novia: Counselor Tyno, arrange for this -honorable man – to re-undergo the transmutation process.
Tyno: I’m afraid that’s impossible Empress. Recall that Crichton is not Sebacean. Based on our findings, human physiology would not tolerate the process a second time.
John: What the hell are you talking about?
Tyno: If you stood beneath that machine again you would die!
John: She won’t be defrosted for another 80 cycles – I’m not gonna live that long – I won’t be there for them!
Tyno: I know! I’m sorry.