The Flax

John: Slicker'n snot.
Aeryn: My microbes had to have translated that one wrong.
John: Southern metaphors, darlin'. You haven't heard the half of them.

Aeryn: There's nothing out there.
John: Exactly, Aeryn. That's why we picked this spot. Nothing for me to hit. Perfect for a driving lesson, like a big mall parking lot on a Sunday morning.

Zhaan: Teaching Crichton takes time, D'Argo.
D'Argo: Teaching Crichton is a waste of time.

Zhaan: Rygel, if you don't stop that this instant-
Rygel: You'll what? Do tell. It may be preferable to this mind-numbing tedium.

John: Aeryn, don't scare me like that!
Aeryn: What, you thought I had something to do with that?
John: No, I thought- Never mind. You gonna be all right?
Aeryn: I think so. You?
John: If you don't count a broken neck. A couple of aspirin and I'll be fine.

John: Oh, man. I knew this was gonna hurt.
Aeryn: It'll be all right if I can get it out. Can you toss me that axe?
John: Yeah. What are you going to do with it?
Aeryn: I'm going to hack my foot off.
John: Oh, no, let me then.
Aeryn: Oh, just give it to me!

Zhaan: We will strive to keep them distracted as long as we can.
(Looks at Rygel)
Zhaan: I will strive to keep them distracted.

Aeryn: Comfortable? Can I get you a pillow?

John: You sure that thing's going to work?
Aeryn: It should kill you.
John: It's not the kill shot that concerns me. I'm sure you guys got that one down fine. It's the wakeup call that's got me worried.

John: Hey, when Sebaceans die, what do you guys believe happens? Do you believe in an afterlife, heaven and hell, all that jazz? Humans believe- well, some do- that there's this bright light, and you end up somewhere else along with family, friends, relatives... All those who died before you. Does that ring a bell?
Aeryn: Sebaceans believe when you die, you die. You go nowhere, see nothing.
John: I'll find out in a minute, huh?

John: You did it, Aeryn. You did it! But you lied like a dog. God, that hurt like hell!

Aeryn: I didn't finish-
John: You didn't what?
Aeryn: Time was running out.
John: Wait a minute. You stopped because-
Aeryn: We have about half an arn of breathable atmosphere left.

John: Colder than a frog's ass.

John: Aeryn, you should have kept going. Finished the repairs. At least one of us would have survived.
Aeryn: And be sitting here alone now? I chose not to.
John: I thought Peacekeepers were trained to fight alone, survive alone, die alone.
Aeryn: It appears my training has failed me. I don't want to die alone. What did you see? After the kill shot, when you were dead... Did you see things humans believe? The light, friends…
John: No. I didn't. All I saw was black. I don't know. Maybe Sebaceans are right. Maybe... I wasn't supposed to die that time.
Aeryn: Well, maybe you'll find out for certain this time.

John: Is he dangerous?
D'Argo: Merely annoying.

Staanz: Everyone needs a mate, Ka D'Argo. Even you.
John: A mate?

John: You know, big guy, I think we'd better give you a little time alone here. Because I know in a universe this vast, when two hearts collide-
D'Argo: Shut up!

John: Heat of the moment.
Aeryn: Exactly. Too much pure oxygen.
John: Affected our judgment. If you had been you and D'Argo there, the same thing probably would have happened.
Aeryn: Or you and Zhaan.
John: Anyway, one thing's for sure. It will never, never happen again.
Aeryn: Never.
John: Never.
Aeryn: Never.
John: One thing… just to be absolutely certain, you are the female of your species, right?
(According to an interview with Claudia, she just gives him a look)
John: I'll take that as a yes.