Natural Election

Rygel: (to D'Argo) Why did you construct another of those hideous instruments? My bowels make better music.

Sikozu: Do you know what you did wrong?
John: You mean other than getting up this morning?

Rygel: Excuse me, but there is a chain of command in place.
John: Whatever Sparky. Rock on.

Rygel: There are no stars, it's the Flax, the wormhole got us, we're gonna die!
Chiana: Hey Captain Chaos (punches him)

John: Grandmama, yo school lunch lady, you there?

D'Argo: I've never seen anything like this before, have you?
John: D, it wasn't that long ago I hadn't heard of you.

John: Looks like Glinda was right, we got some kind of weeiird plant man.

D'Argo: This stuff is killing my eyes. How come it's not killing your eyes?
John: It's like an onion, we'll live.

John: (to D'Argo about Lo'La) You know I hate this ship. It's messy.

John: One last chance, you want to wait for…
D'Argo: What, so Noranti can tell us how to make a great salad? No. See plant. Kill plant.
John: That's gotta be on the Luxan Coat of Arms.

Chiana: (to Aeryn) Your life is so much more interesting than mine.

D'Argo: John I gotta tell you something. I never actually put this into words before. I love shooting things.

John: We all signed off on the plan. It's probably the first time that's happened.

John: Seems like Audrey has taste. She doesn't like Scorpious.

D'Argo: Aeryn isn't sure if the child is John Crichton's.
John: The thought had crossed my mind.
D'Argo: Doesn't matter.
John: So what do you think?
D'Argo: I think that either way, you're gonna get hurt, so look after yourself.
John: Thanks.

Sikozu: You defy the whole theory of Natural Selection.
Noranti: Oh, do I?

John: Let's not spill any of this Scorpy juice, it's all we got.

D'Argo: (to Rygel) There are so many other reasons why you should hate yourself at the moment.

John: Yeah that's all very PBS. We'll take that as an affirmative.

John: This'll work unless that plant can mutate in five minutes, what could go wrong? Damn I did not just say that.

John: Guys we got a problem. The witch's brew is down the drain.

John: Hey Fluffy. Captain going down with the ship?
Rygel: You wish. Just don't frell it up.

John: So one mean SPF. So you sure this is gonna work?
Chiana: Nope, but Aeryn said it would. Something about you wanting to have more babies.

Rygel: (to Scorpious) If this goes bad please die first so my last moment can be joyous.

Scorpious: It will make me stronger.
Rygel: Radioactive mist makes you stronger?
Scorpious: Perhaps, my final moments will be joyous.

John: Hey you still got your pants on.
Chiana: Well that will be a first.

Aeryn: I didn't want to tell you about the pregnancy until I was sure.
John: Sure you were pregnant or sure who the father was?
Aeryn: Chiana will be killed.
John: Yeah, it's Chiana's fault. Why don't you blame her? It's the other Crichton's.
Aeryn: There's no distinction in my mind anymore.
John: Okay now you've confused me.
Aeryn: All right. Military campaigns can last for many cycles. Imagine if even a portion of a female unit fell pregnant. Those of us born on a Command Carrier can retain embryonic fetus for up to seven cycles.
John: So this could be from…
Aeryn: Perhaps four cycles before I met you. And only a surgeon can release the stasis so the baby can grow.
John: Then that's why you left.
Aeryn: I didn't even make it that far.
John: Aeryn I figure a relationship, the kind we're not having, is based on trust.
Aeryn: I'm so sorry.
John: Yeah, me too. Cause you don't trust me, so I don't know how to trust you.
Aeryn: I think I've earned your trust.
John: I would put my life in your hands, but not my heart.
Aeryn: So what's it gonna take? What to do I have to do?
John: Just come back when you have your story straight.