Picture If You Will

 

 

Chiana: I think it can predict the future.
John: My Aunt Ruth can do that except she uses tealeaves.

John: Well you know what I say. I say we lock all of Moya's doors, we don't let anybody in, we don't let anybody out. That way we get no alien critters, no shape shifting bugs, no mine altering viruses, no freaky-deaky artifacts.

John: Are you always going to do this?
Aeryn: Do what?
John: Keep the entire world at a distance. Keep everybody away. Is that ever going to change?

John: Take my module.
Aeryn: Bucket of dren.

Rygel: She (Chiana) was quite a lot like me you know, had spirit, ambition, large appetites. She would have made an excellent Hynerian.

D'Argo: John, you've been a good friend, whatever happens, it's been good to know you.
John: D'Argo, shut, up!

John: C'mon Zhaan, this magical mystery crap is your specialty, not mine.

John: Maldis! C'mon you old bastard, show your ugly face. Haven't you read the super villain's handbook? This is where you're supposed to twirl your mustache and gloat.

John: You're looking a little pale, you getting enough sun?
Maldis: Irreverent as ever, I missed that.

Maldis: Fear and the terror of helplessness. These are a few of my favorite things.
John: Oh, could you do that Farewell, Goodbye song the kids sing, it's one of my favorites.
Maldis: (shouting) I don't do requests!

Maldis: Your mind to me is an open book. Full of big print and lots of pictures.
John: Then read this (holding hand to forehead) kiss… I'm betting on her, not you.
Maldis: Bad bet.

Zhaan: Do you understand Pilot?
Pilot: Frankly no, but I will do exactly as you've asked.

Chiana: Who's the ugly old man?
John: Name is Maldis, he's your basic evil vampire.
D'Argo: He sucks the life force out of people.
John: The just plain sucks.

John: That was your plan?
Zhaan: Yes, like it?
John: Well, what's not to like?

John: Is that son-of-a-bitch gone for good this time?
Zhaan: With a being like Maldis, we can never be entirely certain.
John: Zhaan, this would have been a really good opportunity for you to lie. You know, Sure John, he's toast, strike him off your Christmas list, stick a fork in him he's done, he's over, the fat lady is singing, it does not have to be true Zhaan, but I certainly would have slept better.

Zhaan: My fear wasn't an act John.
John: You were really that scared?
Zhaan: I've never been more scared in my life.