John: Canaveral – this is Farscape 1, I am free and flying. Are you with me there Momma Bear?
John: That’s big. That’s really big.
John: Hi.My name’s John, John Cri-
D’Argo: snarls something in his language
John: I – can’t understand what
Zhaan: Pilot – does Moya know where we are?
Pilot: Yes – of course We’re… someplace else. I’ll… get back to you on the specifics.
Rygel makes a terrible nose-clearing sound – and hocks up a big gob of phlegm with he spits into John’s face.
John: What is the MATTER with you – people?
D’Argo opens his mouth and lashes out with a long, whip-like tongue knocking John to the ground.
John: Oh please – let it all be a dream – a very bad and very twisted dream.
John: I’m from a planet called Earth – I’m human. Homo sapiens sapien.
John: Look you know I’m not a Peacekeeper – how about you get this stuff off my wrists?
Zhaan: We still do not know your loyalties.
John: My loyalties? I just got here! You know – you’re the first alien contact anybody from my planet has ever made. I mean, we dreamed about it, made movies about it but-By the way – what part of the universe are we in? Are we still in Orion’s Arm? Still in the Mil…ky… Waaay… You have no idea what I’m talking about do you? I need to see some star charts, get some common points of reference- Damn! This ship is amazing! What kind of-?
Zhaan: She’s a Leviathan. A biomechanoid. A living ship.
John: What just happened?
Rygel: It’s a perfectly natural bodily function! And it’s odorless!
D’Argo:So your loyal subjects tell you!
John: You fart helium!?
Rygel: Sometimes. When I’m nervous – or angry!
John: Boy, was Spielberg ever wrong. “Close Encounters” my ass.
John: Wormhole… I must have come here through a wormhole- I must have come here through a wormhole! Yeah. So if I did come here through a wormhole then the only way I’m going to get back is to – find another wormhole. Or to create one. Yeah. Right.
Aeryn:Look – you want to make one of these – wormhole – things of yours? How do you expect to do that from inside this cell?
John: Give me a break – they haven’t hurt us! How about we show them a little compassion?
Aeryn:Compassion? What is “compassion?
John: Compassion? Wh- you’re kidding right? It’s a feeling that you have when you see someone else’s pain and instead of taking advantage of their weakness you help ’em.
Aeryn: Oh. I know this feeling.
John: Yeah well it is a fairly common human feeling.
Aeryn: I hate it.
John: You know what? I’m on the wrong team here, I’m just going to stay.
Aeryn: Fine. Do what you want. But if you stay here with these lowlifes, you’ll die with them.
John: Yeah but how do I know I can trust you?
Aeryn: You don’t. That’s just another thing you don’t know.
John: Don’t move! Or I’ll fill you full of- – little yellow bolts of light…
John: Can you get me off this rock – away from these over-amped rent-a-cops? Away from Crais?
John: You’ve been irreversibly contaminated – remember?
D’Argo: It means death.
Aeryn:It is my duty – my breeding since birth. It’s what I am.
John: You can be more.
John: I need paper.
John: To write on.
John: And there’s life out here Dad. Weird, amazing – psychotic – life. And uh – in Technicolor.