Home Of The Remains

 

 

John: Fields of green grass.
Chiana: Well, mold is green.
John: Crystal blue streams
Chiana: Ruptured bile ducts, actually.
John: If I had anything in my stomach right now I'd throw up.

John: I hope it's not a cold. I'm sure not going to get any chicken soup on a Budong.
Chiana: Look, I don't know what geekin zoup is okay? But there's plenty of other food on this mining camp.

John: And they're going to welcome the Prodigal daughter home with a Thanksgiving meal.

John: Suit yourself Jenny Craig, but I'm hungry.

John: We're going to become the Dalmer party of the Uncharted Territories if we don't get some food soon.

Aeryn: Oh that's just great, I get to stay on board with the blooming blue bush and you get to play with your favorite little trowck.

Rygel: Is he edible?

John: Here you are Marshall.

John: You can ignore the little green eating machine.

John: Well it ain't lobster, but it will keep Zhaan alive. Keep an eye on the children until I get back.

John: Hey Blue, delivery. It's not exactly Dominos but it got here in less than thirty minutes.

John: No, you don't want mean, meat's bad for you, its got cholesterol, hormones.

John: It should be easy. It's never easy.

John: I ain't your lunch.
Rygel: The dentics tasted better.
John: You've tasted worse.

Altana: D'Argo are you and Chiana together?
D'Argo: No.
Altana: No, or not yet?
D'Argo:That's up to her.

John: No more Captain Kirk chitchat.

Zhaan: Mmm, it's wonderful.
John: Yep Carolina-style Keva, best Barbeque this side of a Budong.

D'Argo: Can't you just let it go?
Chiana: I can only let go when I feel safe.
D'Argo: You are safe.
Chiana: Am I?
(D'Argo kisses Chiana and leaves)
Chiana: Whoa.