John: You sure you should be exercising?
Aeryn: Why not?
John: Well, ‘cos a little while ago a commando skewered you with his Swiss Peacekeeper Army Knife.
Aeryn: Do humans have some sort of ritual for occasions like these?
John: Well, there’s the handshake, followed by Good luck.
Aeryn: Good luck. How was that?
Chiana: Sure you don’t want me to fly this thing?
John: You know how?
Chiana: Yeah. Do you?
John: Oh, yeah. You should see my Immelmann. Check this out.
Chiana: Looks like some kind of mining complex. Maybe a refinery?
John: Looks like it’s been nuked. Long time ago. Big-time. Could be camouflage. Could be dead.
Chiana: Aaaahhh – it’s not dead. Eight targeting systems have just locked onto us.
John: Typical warm Peacekeeper welcome.
John: Do you think – that before they elect you centerfold of the year – that we could get on with the business of saving Aeryn?
Scorpius: I am Scorpius.
John: But of course you are.
John: Get – stuffed.
John: For the 9th time, Nosferatu, I am not a spy.
John: It’s deja vu all over again.
John: It wasn’t me. DAMN! Don’t you hate it when the batteries go dead!
John: Danger – Danger Will Robinson! Beware of the chair – Beware of The Chair…
John: Fetch the comfy chair.
John: I got my mind right boss. Be nice.
Crais: We will.