Look at the Princess part 3: The Maltese Crichton

D'Argo: (talking through headpiece to metal Crichton) John
John: Hey, D'Argo
D'Argo: You can hear us. Do you feel any pain?
John: No but I'd really like to pick my nose.
D'Argo: He remains without a sense of humor.

Chiana: You look great in bronze.
John: You look great in pink, it brings out your eyes.

Scorpious: Very fortunate I sampled your DNA while you were in the Aurora chair. There would have been no other way to track you Crichton.

Scorpious: You're full on acid attack is all it takes, you're beginning to pit.

John: Ahh my body my body
Jenavia: I'm working on it.
John: Working on it, that's impossible.
Jenavia: Strangely not. If I do this right your current state is not terminal.
John: And if not done right
Jenavia: Terminal
John: Get experts.

Jenavia: That's either the most pathetic fabrication I've ever heard or the most pathetic life I could ever imagine, either way…
John: Oh like there aren't some whacked-out antecedents to a chick with a stiletto in her wrist.

John: Assuming I'm willing to play garden gnome for the next eighty cycles.

John: You know things never work out like you plan.
Jenavia: That's what makes it fun

Moya: Zhaan…one request
Zhaan: Anything Moya
Moya: Sing

D'Argo: Rygel have you seen Chiana?
Rygel: No. Have you tried (hiccup) looking under your sheets?

Rygel: I'm so nervous I had to stop for a bite (hiccup) which I'm too nervous to eat.

Scorpious: You underestimate the strength of a relationship. Even your friend does not yet understand.

Dregon: Would you be lying here helpless giving up, it Crichton were back there waiting for you?
Aeryn: You don't understand.
Dregon: Does your leg hurt? It's broken.
Aeryn: I'm trained to deal with that.
Dregon: That's the answer. You're not trained to deal with emotions, so you're afraid of them. Emotional pain, you wear like a badge, it means you've been there and it can't get callused because each fresh hurt stings like the first.
Aeryn: Why would you want that?
Dregon: Because of all the days before it hurts. The good days when you're in love. It's too bad you can't get back to at least tell Crichton how you feel.
Aeryn: What difference would it make? He's a frelling statue.
Dregon: But he can hear, he can see, he'll know Aeryn, at least he'll know.

John: (after Jenavia brings out the nectar) We're not compatible.
Jenavia: (throws it) You always know just what to say.
John: Not always, sometimes I know who to say it to.

John: How Batman was that?

John: (to Scorpious) I'm not your enemy, I'm not your friend. You leave me the hell alone or the next time we part one of us will be dead.