Synopsis: The crew follows D’Argo down to the city of the Sykarans, and is made welcome by the monarch Volmae. D’Argo, along with the general populace, has become a slave to the addictive, mind-altering tannot root. The artificially euphoric people work endlessly for the powerful Volmae, their minds clouded by the tannot. In his efforts to free D’Argo, Crichton encounters the Sykaran resistance movement who force him to let a large live worm eat its way into his belly as protection against the tannot. In order to free them all from the planet, Crichton realizes that he must break Volmae’s hold over her people.
John: Oh, yeah… I think I’ve seen this one before. Mel Gibson, Tina Turner… Cage match! Rygel: What? John: Aw don’t worry. Nobody saw the third one anyway.
John: My boy D’Argo! Into the promised land! Aeryn: Yes, and he’s left his brain behind.
Aeryn: She gives me a woody. A woody. A human saying. I’ve heard you say it often. When you don’t trust someone or they make you nervous, they give you – John : – Willies. She gives you – The willies.
Aeryn: I just spoke to D’Argo. He says he’s content. He wants to stay. So I say we leave him and we go. John: What? No! Nonono. Look, look – Woodstock has done something to his head.
John: Enough, all right? Aeryn: Where’s Zhaan? John: Look, she’s with D’Argo, okay? Dancing with the Grateful Dead.
John: Aeryn, not today, okay? I have been out in the sun all day long picking up magic turnips. I got – I got a worm in my gut crawling around down in places where the sun don’t shine and I’m sick of it, okay? So, for the moment would you just shut upand help? Aeryn: Help? What do you think I’ve been doing up there in the ship — playing games with Rygel? John: Look, I know it’s SOOO difficult up there in the ship- Aeryn: Difficult? I had to stop him from blowing himself up into bits. I had to figure out what was causing the problem and I had to FIX it! John: Yes. I know, and we’re all grateful that you did the Madame Curie thing – Aeryn: What? Who? John: Madame Curie. She’s a – she’s a scientist. Aeryn: Scientist. John: Yes.
Aeryn: What? John: This is great. You’re trading in your pulse rifle for the junior chemistry kit. Aeryn: Well, my pulse rifle wasn’t any use to me this time.
John: We want our friends back. Volmae: How, dare, you make demands! John: Oh give it a rest, Snow White.