A Bug's Life

 

 

John: You need my help. I suggest you ask nicely.

John: They think I'm a Peacekeeper.
Zhaan: The uniform is convincing.
D'Argo: Yes. We're glad the Peacekeepers left that aboard. You look very fetching.

John: Aeryn's supposed to be grilling Larraq right now.
D'Argo: What's going to happen when Aeryn gets sick and tired of pretending to take your orders?

John: Let's go find Sparky before he screws this thing up.
D'Argo: Let's find him before you screw this up.

Larraq: You ever fly anything a little sexier than a Leviathan?
Aeryn: Let's see, I started flying Scrub Runners at 14 cycles. Half cycle later a KL-80... And an 81, and then prowler attack school at 16.
Larraq:16? Why'd you wait so long?
Aeryn: I had to, my feet didn't reach the pedals.

Chiana: Ow, watch where you're cutting!
(DRD beeps)
Chiana: Easy for you to say.

Rygel: How dare you sneak up on me like that! I should make you wear a bell around your neck.
Chiana: Keep your fantasies to yourself, Frog Boy.

Chiana: You're here for the same reason I am. To see if there's anything in here worth snerching?
Rygel: Snerch? I don't snerch, I procure!

John: Let me get this straight. Rygel has been possessed by some Mensa-member virus that's going to lay eggs that's going to infect all of us in like an arn if we don't find him.
Aeryn: That's about it.
John: I think under the circumstances, our little masquerade is over.
Aeryn: Under the circumstances those commandos are primed to shoot at anything they do not trust. The only thing that's over is our chance to take them by surprise. This is a disaster, Crichton. It is a grave misfortune that uniform did not fit me.

John: Always a party.

John: Eni, Meni, Miny, ...D'Argo.

John: And what if you don't? You might kill Rygel. You might think your magic pill worked, and then Rygel's up and walking around the ship, coughing up spores, cats and dogs living together… No, our only chance is to talk to the Peacekeeper science officer, what's-her-name? The one with the nice lips… Hassan. If anyone knows about the antibody, it will be her. And D'Argo, forget about the use of force. You think you can make us tell you about the antibody? Name me the Peacekeeper you've met that would give a royal dren if you stuck a charged pulse rifle to their head.
Zhaan: But, John, we are on a direct course to the Peacekeeper base.
D'Argo: And I would rather not be locked in a cell when we arrive.

Chiana: Is everybody aboard this ship kinkoid?

Larraq: Who are you?
John: Off topic, Captain, remember? Okay, so the virus is inside one of you, and you've all got guns. Great.

John: Twisted as it sounds, what we have right here is exactly what we need. Guns and a lot of hands pointed in every direction.

Rygel: I don't think I'll ever recover from that infernal inferno contraption.

D'Argo: Maybe we should lock you up in a refrigeration unit for a few arns. At least then we wouldn't have to listen to your incessant whining.
Rygel: Oh, such sympathy. Of course I should expect nothing less from you.
D'Argo: You can expect less than nothing from me. You conspired to open that crate. Anything that happens to you now, you brought upon yourself.

Aeryn: What are you doing in here, anyway?
John: I just wanted to, um… Um…
Aeryn: Thank you.
John: Don't mention it.
Aeryn: Why would I ever mention it?