Durka Returns

 

 

Pilot: There's no need for concern.
John: Famous last words.

John: I guess we can turn off the fasten seatbelts sign.

Salis: Your friend will soon understand that he's wrong.
John: It might take a while. Being tortured has that effect.

Rygel: Untie me.
Chiana: Typical male. Satisfy yourself first.

Rygel: I make allowances for stress on this ship.

Salis: Make sure the others know that she is capable of violence.
D'Argo: So are we.
John: He's had 100 years of happy meals, we don't know what he is capable of!

D'Argo: If you see Chiana, shoot to kill.
Aeryn: If you insist.

John: Nebari mental cleansing doesn't get the tough stains out.

John: Hey, try not to fall out of the ship this time.
D'Argo: I'll do my best.

John: Come on out, Chiana. Look, I don't have time to play this game. Durka's gone Hannibal Lector on us.

Chiana: I know how to hide. I know how to disappear.
John: Do you know how to breathe vacuum?

Durka: I don't like dark rooms.
Chiana: Yeah, well, some froth-mouth with a metal eye shut off all the lights.

Durka: You leave me out here and I'll hunt you down and kill you!
John: Get in line, Durka.

John: How's the patient?
Zhaan: She's a brat.