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John: I can't be your kind of hero.
Jack: No, you can't be. Each man gets a chance to be his own kind of hero. Your time will come, and when it does, watch out. Chances are, it'll be the last thing you ever expected.

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: I'm Rygel the Sixteenth, dominar to over six hundred billion people. I don't need to talk to you.

John: Boy, was Spielberg ever wrong. Close Encounters my ass.

Aeryn: He claims to be a human from a planet called Erp.

Crais: You know something about this... alien?
Aeryn: Only that I have spent time with him, sir, and I believe him when he says what happened to your brother was an accident. I don't believe that he is brave enough or intelligent enough to attack one of our Prowlers intentionally.
Crais: Exactly how much time have you spent with this human?
John: Not a lot. Not much at all.
Crais: Because as you know, Peacekeeper high command has very clear parameters regarding contact with unclassified alien life forms. You may have very well exceeded those parameters, Officer Sun-
Aeryn: No, sir.
Crais: Which makes you irreversibly contaminated.
Aeryn: No, sir!
Crais: Take them away! Take them all away.

John: Don't move! Or I'll fill you full of... little yellow bolts of light!

Aeryn: No. I will not come with you.
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: There's life out here, Dad. Weird, amazing, psychotic life. And in Technicolor. Hey, Dad, you know those rattlers in the stomach we talked about? Well, I've got them now.