Exodus From Genesis

 

 

John: No! Absolutely not! Get out of my face!
D'Argo: Don't be a coward. You say you want to clean your teeth.
John: Brush them! I want to brush my teeth.
D'Argo: But to manually clean your teeth as you describe is highly inefficient.
John: Well that's too damn bad. You're not sticking that freakin' maggot in my-

John: It's kinda minty.

John: Don't tell me Moya's got hiccups.

John: How fast can they go?
Aeryn: Hatch seven.
John: Hatch seven? The thing's a Hyundai. Why don't we stop playing hide and seek and smoke them?

Aeryn: D'Argo's right.
John: Of course he is, Miss Sun. He's been here longer.

Aeryn: I'm sure your world has no force so ruthless, so disciplined.
John: Oh, we call them linebackers. Or serial killers. Depending on if they're professional or amateur.

Aeryn: No offense, human, but what could I possibly need from you?
John: I don't know. Manners? Personality? Stock tips?

Rygel: Mother always said I was the best looking. That's why she had my older brothers banished. She said my face belonged on the Imperial seal.

Zhaan: They're soldiers. Win their respect.
John: How exactly do I do that? I mean, short of cutting somebody's throat?

John: So Crais and the other bastards chasing us are cold-blooded? Literally?
D'Argo: It is a weakness not enough of them die from.

John: How do you say 'we're screwed' in your native tongue?

John: It was impossible to tell the difference?
D'Argo: The fact that it was trying to sabotage the ship wasn't a clue to you?

Zhaan: How will you tell us from them?
D'Argo: We will cut off the tip of our small finger for identification.
John: How about something a little less permanent?

Pilot: It's strange to be so close to a Peacekeeper I do not fear. That is a compliment.

Rygel: What the yotz was that?
D'Argo: Just trying to scare whatever's in there.
Rygel: Well, it worked!

D'Argo: I've seen Peacekeepers suffer as she does. They often end up begging for their own death. I can not say I did not find the sight most enjoyable.

Pilot: Perhaps the others could think of a way to help you.
Aeryn: Why would the others care? My kind imprisoned them. I'm sure they haven't forgotten.

Rygel: They're building some kind of nest.
D'Argo: Nest?
Rygel: Too many letters for you, Luxan? Try hive.

John: They're making us their home.
Rygel: Then I'm moving.

Rygel: If I sit perfectly still they don't advance. Yet when I move, they get disagreeable.
D'Argo: Right. Don't move.
Rygel: If we ever survive this, Luxan, you must become my advisor!

Rygel: I can't stay in here a few more hours. I think this thing is salivating and my body has functions!

Aeryn: How much longer?
John: I don't know. We didn't cover the life cycle of deep space insects at JFK high.

Aeryn: Before the Living Death takes hold, you have to be prepared to kill me. Promise.
John: Not a chance.
Aeryn: You said I'm not alone. A friend would do this. Family would do this swiftly.

John: Ever have one of those days where life just wasn't what you thought it would be?

Rygel: I had blue crud in places you don't want to know about.

Aeryn: I always thought lesser life forms were useless. Just something to be squashed.
John: Yeah, it's humbling when you realize that- You're not talking about the Draks, are you? Fine. On behalf of all lesser life forms, I accept the compliment.

John: All things considered, there are worse ways to end a day.