Vitas Mortis

 

 

Zhaan: I think we are being asked to wait.
John: Take a number, have a seat, no magazines, typical.

John: Number 78, we're good to go.
(servant runs out)
John: I'll take that as a yes.

Zhaan: D'Argo has been humiliated.
John: Yeah, well considering that woman was grabbing his guts I'd say he got off lucky with humiliated.

John: D'Argo, just because some ancient Luxan does not like the feel of your spleen does not mean she has the right to call my friend a fraud.

John (to D'Argo): So you've got the bar codes of a general, but you aren't one.

John: So let's get back to Moya and heat up some Irish coffees.

Chiana: Um, when exactly did I become your servant? Why do I have to wash your clothes?
Aeryn: Well, you're cleaning D'Argo's aren't you?
Chiana: Yeah, but I like D'Argo.

Nilaam: The spiritual realm frightens you?
John: Loosing those I care about frightens me.

Nilaam: You mean, why don't I just die like any other being?
John: Yeah, why don't you just die like any other being?

Rygel: Ten microts with the old fossil and we'll be in profit-
Chiana: (Grabbing Rygel's mouth) Clamp it frog lips.

Nilaam: Leave us, the ritual isn't done.
John: The hell it ain't, this party's over.

D'Argo: John what happened?
John: I don't know, ask Grandma here.

John: Yeah, D'Argo I'm just going to buzz up to Moya.
D'Argo: I think that's a good idea John.
John: (watching Nilaam caress D'Argo) …weirder and weirder.

Aeryn: (leaving room) I wonder if I've got any grenades left…?
Chianna: She was kidding, right? Tell me she was kidding.
John: Well with Aeryn, you never know.

Rygel: Hull breaches are nearly unheard of on Leviathans-
(Moya shakes)
John: Pilot, what the hell's going on?
Pilot: Inner hull breach!

John: We got lucky; Sparky's got a big ass.
Pilot: What?
John: Butt, hole. I'll explain later.

Rygel: What did you see from the outside?
Aeryn: Few gaps in the outer hull and your backside hanging out in space.
Rygel: Am I intact?
Aeryn: You seem to be all there, but I can't say I looked too closely.

Rygel: I can't help it, I'm being crushed. I can hardly breathe.
John: Then don't breathe.

Chiana: How can she possibly help us?
D'Argo: She's a Orican.
Chiana: Ah. Ok, I'll repeat the question.

Aeryn: What was that?
John: Pins and needles. You're asking the wrong space man.

Chiana: You know until today, I never really realized how much I love my feet.
Rygel: Frell your feet, how about lovin' your life?

Chiana: I don't know how you survived Ryg, your butt must be made out of reinforced crandack.
Rygel: I have no idea what crandack is but if I've lost any sensation below middle then I'm going to test how sensitive D'Argo's nether regions are with a red hot…- oooh, oooh (to Zhaan) careful tickley spot.

Aeryn: So when Moya does die.
Pilot: I will go as well. I would not have it any other way.