Pilot: I have no answer as yet.
John: A little long for a starburst don’t you think?
Rygel: Hail, Prince of the Obvious.
Rygel: I like my wives pregnant and my ships cold to the touch. That way my feet stay warm and my slumber is uninterrupted.
John: Wives, plural? Big fella!
Rygel: I was just dreaming about my final mating session when our gestating goliath decided she needed some exercise.
John: That’s my underwear.
Aeryn: What does this say?
Aeryn: Then they’re not yours.
John: Delvian coup d’etat. Didn’t think you people had it in you.
John: So what are you supposed to do? Serve as the poster child for the revolution?
Zhaan: As we train for purity, Delvians often become vulnerable to their own dark impulses. Should it surface, they succumb as if to an infection.
John: Is that what happened to our man Pa’u Loony Tunes?
Aeryn: Any more from Crichton?
D’Argo: He says they want Zhaan to participate in some ceremonial mating.
Aeryn: This is such a bad combination. I never should have left them. Zhaan distracted. Crichton confused…
D’Argo: Crichton is always confused.
John: The part of “Tahleen” in tonight’s Unity will be played by John Crichton.
John: BUUURR-buk-buk-buk… Your translator microbes handle that one?
Zhaan: Although… I must admit – I have always wondered what could possibly go on in there…
John: Not a lot. I’m a guy.
John: Oh, my. What is that?
John: It’s like… Disney on acid! Like ten years of really great sex all at the same moment.