Zhaan: I think we’re being asked to wait.
John: Take a number, have a seat, no magazines. Typical.
John: Number 78? We’re good to go.
John: Right! You don’t know! She could have been excommunicated! She could have been kicked out for puttin’ her hands in other people’s business!
D’Argo: Her worthiness is not in question! Mine is!
John: D’Argo, just because some ancient Luxan doesn’t like the feel of your spleen does not mean she has the right to call my friend a fraud!
D’Argo: She called me a fraud because I am not a General.
John: Well who said that you were?!
D’Argo: I Did! These – are the markings of a General.
John: Okay. So, you, uh – you got the barcodes of a General, but you aren’t one.
John: So let’s get back to Moya and heat up some Irish Coffees.
John: She wants you to – attend – her. What exactly does that mean?
D’Argo: Whatever she wants it to mean.
John: So. If she wants to rip out your liver, snack on it with a Chianti – she can do that?
John: Strike two! I do not like the sound of transferring energy either!
Rygel: Let me do that. Ten microts with the old fossil and we’ll be in profit-
Chiana: Clamp it! Frog lips
Chiana: Is this a good time to tell you that, uh – I can’t feel my feet?
John: If we had any idea how Moya made it, we could patent this stuff.
Aeryn: Useless. I wonder if I’ve got any grenades left.
Chiana: She was kidding – Right? Tell me that she was kidding.
John: Well with Aeryn… you never know.
Chiana: Well, what do you know? He has made himself useful.
Rygel: I’m-I’m stuck!
Pilot: Decompression has ceased. What happened?
John: We got lucky. Sparky’s got a big ass.
John: Butt. Hole. I’ll explain later Pilot. The good news is – No leak. You’re a tight fit Sluggo. As long as you don’t move. Don’t – move!
Rygel: Call that good news? I want out!
John: Yeah. Nono, nono. You want in. Not out. In. Not out. Hey.
Rygel: What did you see from the outside?
Aeryn: A few gaps in the outer hull and your backside hanging in space.
Rygel: Am I – intact?
Aeryn: You seem to be all there. But I can’t say I looked too closely.
Aeryn: What was that?
John: Gah! Pins and needles! You’re asking the wrong spaceman!