Pilot: The DRDs all have their regular maintenance duties to perform. Despite this I have assigned two to assist you.
D’Argo: Two? Out of hundreds. How generous of you. How much longer do you expect this to take?
Aeryn: He’s frozen stiff and he isn’t breathing!
John: He was in space for half an hour. There’s no way that he’s still-
Zhaan: We must get his respiration started again. (John begins CPR by striking Dâ€™Argoâ€™s chest) John! What are you doing?
Aeryn: Stop! Hasn’t he suffered enough?
John:Man I am never going to get used to walking around inside a living ship.
Aeryn: You have nothing similar in your culture?
John: Well Jonah and the whale. But no, no contemporary parallels. Except for the horse and rider.
Aeryn: Rider? The horse is a beast of burden?
John: Yeah, not as large as or as sophisticated as Moya here but kinda similar, loyal and intelligent.
Aeryn: That you capture and make work for you.
John: Yeah, but we love them too.
Aeryn: You love what you enslave?
John: We don’t enslave them all right? We ride them. Fine we enslave them.
John: NO! Don’t touch it – it’s like super-glue.
John: Sebaceans, for example. Do you have inoculations? I mean, how do you guys deal with all the stuff floating around out here?
Aeryn: Well, we’re born and bred on ships. We’re in a totally controlled environment until we’re sent off on our first Peacekeeper assignment.
John: Wait a minute. So, you guys just zip around the galaxy, hoping you don’t pick up some STD? Space Transmitted Disease?
Aeryn: But you say that you want to go back to this place, Earth, a place that you tell me has so much disease and suffering?
John: Well, you guys don’t have chocolate.
John: Yeah. Look. I know a little while ago, you were floating in deep space in your street clothes. An’ I know you’re going through some stuff because of it, but we’re in deep guano here bro. We need your help.
John: Uh-oh – eyes.
John: Yeah, like a cave scene in a Yosemite Sam cartoon. DRDs. They’re blocking the passageway. I’ve got to find another route.
Aeryn: What are we going to do about these? They’re vital servicers. We need them operational.
John: Well, they are not exactly operational as it is, Aeryn. You missed that Hitchcock picture playing back there a little while ago. A flock of these little guys just tried to kill me.
Zhaan: Pilot there must be other changes to come as the fetus develops. What can we be expecting?
John: Yeah. Is there some kind of ‘What To Expect When You’re Expecting A Baby Leviathan’ book? Dr Spock… Mr Spock.