My Three Crichtons

Pilot: Crichton? Aeryn?
John: Yes Mr. Bad News.

John: Oh God, another critter. Right, I better go help him (D'Argo).
Zhaan: You're in no condition.
John: Naa, I'm okay I just need a gun.
Chiana: Frell me, what happened to you?
John: Well, that's the sixty-four thousand-dollar question. Aeryn, you got a gun?

Rygel: Ahh, I take it you aren't having any luck.
D'Argo: And I take it you aren't going to lift a digit to help.
Rygel: Well, if I see the creature you'll be the first to know.
D'Argo: I'll be sure to follow you're screams.

John: This is where it gets good right?

Chiana: We're going to see Zhaan, okay?
Caveman John: Zhaan.
Chiana: She's going to figure out what's going on.
Caveman John: Zhaan blue.
Chiana: You know Zhaan?
Caveman John: Zhaan good.

John: God, I love this. Okay, you want to stick to that routine. You want to be the next to mess with me, well get in line.
Chiana: No Crichton.
John: Chiana, I'm sick of it. It's bad enough being spat out of some green blob now I've got Quasimodo here saying he's me.

John: That's nuts. Who's in their right mind would want to copy me, much less this caveman version.
D'Argo: Caveman?
John: Yeah, it's a primitive ancestor. They were supposed to look like that.
Rygel: You had ancestors that looked like that?
John: Yeah, what did yours look like?

Aeryn: Who are you?
Evolved John: I'm John. John Crichton.
Aeryn: I don't think so, for a start John has more hair amongst other things, can you blame that on feeling cold?

John: I'm in Bill and Ted land here so I'm open to suggestion.

John: I don't know that it is going to work Mr. Rygel, I'm just going on gut instinct something I'm sure you can appreciate.
Rygel: We should be heading for a transport not frelling about with the defense screen hoping it will do something.
D'Argo: Then go to a transport at least then if we die we'll die in peace.

Rygel: Listen to this. Double the Crichton and you double the waste of time.

Rygel: Sorry Crichton, perhaps we can spare each of you a small last meal.
John: One Rygel, it wants one of me.
Rygel: Only one? You mean we're going to be left with two of you?

Rygel: Let's just give the sphere the hairy bastard and get it the frell out of here.
Evolved John: Well, not quite as I would have phrased it Rygel�

John: Since when do we take the easy way out?

John: Now let's see if we can get a message to these body snatchers.

Zhaan: You are not the John Crichton I know.
Evolved John: Zhaan, look at what's happened to me. How could I be?
Zhaan: I wonder if you can also see what you've lost? Your logic may be firm, but it is cold.

John: Dammit Chiana that is not fair.
Chiana: Fair? You think this guy's nothing - he's you. He's warm. He's sensitive. He's everything I've ever liked about you.

Rygel: You stupid bony assed bitch. What were you thinking?
Chiana: What was I thinking?
Rygel: It was self-preservation. I thought you of all people would have understood that, even Crichton understood it.

Evolved John: You're very predictable.
John: I prefer to think of it as reliable.

John: You don't have to do that.
Caveman John: Want to. Not my place. Don't belong.
John: Look I don't really belong here either.
Caveman John: Your time. Your place. My fate I accept.

John: The future Crichton. Kinda makes you wonder if that's where we're headed.
D'Argo: It's only one possible genetic path.
John: Yeah, but it's possible, that's the problem.

John: I always thought I was the good guy Chiana. But it was the least developed one of me, the one I thought least likely, that did the right thing. Somehow you knew.
Chiana: I know you.