Coup By Clam

Doctor: Did you enjoy the repast?
John: Well it's the first thing I've had in awhile that doesn't taste like chicken. Kinda reminds me of a big bowl of Alpo I once ate.

Doctor: I can only cure whoever ate the purple mollusk.
D'Argo: That would be me.
John and Aeryn: I hate you.

D'Argo: (experiencing Noranti's orgasm) John do you think you could help me.
John: Oh no, no. Don't come near me when you're feeling like that.

John: D, think about baseball, math, isosceles triangle. Rusty razor blades, gravel.

John: I'm afraid the boy may be ruined for life.
Aeryn: I'm almost jealous.

Doctor: I believe the mollusks have arrived.
John: Arrived in less than thirty minutes. Don't forget to tip the driver.

Aeryn: Jirl power.
John: Girl. Girl power. Would you quit speaking English?

John: What the hell's the matter with you?
Rygel: I'm operating.

John: Well I ain't going as Maid Marian, and look at that. That is not a slimming color. Black is a slimming color maybe, maybe if it was black but uh, uh.
Rygel: I wear that color all the time!

Rygel: Told you we'd get in.
John: You say that like it's a good thing.

Rygel: We need to blend in.
John: Blend in? Hell when we got here the clock stopped. We couldn't blend in on Butt-Ugly night.

John: You put you hand on my ass again, and I will kill you.

Ho'Ock: Are you all right?
John: Yes. Cramps. Bloating.

Doctor: You bit off my nose.
Rygel: There's plenty left. Now get back to work.

John: Excuse me ladies; do any of you have one of these under your skirt? (lifts dress to reveal pulse pistol and shoots) Yeah girl power!

John: D, How long did yours take?
Noranti: No time at all.
D'Argo: Frelling forever.
Noranti and D'Argo: Three arns.
Rygel: Three arns.
John: That's not that long.
Aeryn: For some.
John: Well, put your hands together and feel the power. Yeah! Out with the evil spirits. Give me your hand Ryg.
Rygel: Go away.