Throne For A Loss

 

 

John: We know almost nothing about the Tavloids-
Aeryn: Tavleks.
John: Whatever. What we do know if they're willing to pay us to haul cargo, which they're not going to do if you go in there doing your John Wayne impression.
Aeryn: John Wayne, who's that? A relative?
John: John Wayne. The big guy. True Grit. Searchers, the Cowboys, Genghis Khan... Forget about Genghis Khan, everyone has a bad movie. The point is-
Aeryn: No, the point is, I'm not going to meet that shuttle unarmed. Simple as that.
John: Kung fu! Kung fu never carried a gun!

Rygel: I need them to look up to me.
D'Argo: Why? We don't.
Rygel: Well, you should!

Zhaan: Am I the only species in creation that doesn't thrive on conflict?

D'Argo: All of you, shut up!
Rygel: That's right. Shut up. Now the Tavleks believe-
D'Argo: Shut up includes you.

Rygel: If you must address me, do so as Your Supreme Eminence. Which you should be doing anyway.

John: Our Supreme Eminence has been bagged.

John: Pilot, get a tractor beam on that shuttle.
Pilot: Tractor beam? What's that?
John: Graviton shield, tracto ray, Super Glue, whatever you yanked me aboard with.

John: Stimulant? That's a little more than cappuccino, pal. Our friend just tried to kill us!

Zhaan: Soft, yes. Weak, no.

Pilot: Crichton has a plan.
Zhaan: Did you say Crichton? (Delvian expletives)

Aeryn: That was your plan?
John: Yeah. Pretty good.
Aeryn: Oh, barely! That is the last time I go along with one of your plans.
John: Fine. Next time you get to make the plan.

Aeryn: I've got a plan.
John: Please, let me guess. Your plan. Jam down to the planet, conduct a commando-style raid against what, a couple dozen heavily-armed Tavloids and haul ass back to the ship.
Aeryn: Tavleks. John: That's your plan? Wile E. Coyote would come up with a better plan than that! You're just going to go down there by yourself?
Aeryn: Of course not. You're coming with me.
John: In your dreams I'm coming with you!

John: We could try negotiating with the Tavloids-
(jab)
Aeryn: Tavleks!

John: Next time you hit me, make sure I don't wake up.
(Aeryn clucks tongue)
John: Oh, don't (cluck) me!

John: This isn't over. And when it is, you and I are gonna sit down and have a serious talk.
Aeryn: Sure. And when this is over, you and I will probably be dead.

Zhaan: Is nudity a taboo in your culture? Are you ashamed of your bodies?
Tavlek: Well, we would be if we looked like you.
Zhaan: I doubt it.

John: You shanghaied my ass down here, and now you want me to leave? Give me one good reason.
Aeryn: Lots of reasons. Land mines, fire snakes, razor grass, night vision snipers, mordian death spiders...

Aeryn: Enjoying yourself?
John: Oh yeah. Marching through a smelly, bug-infested jungle. If this is your idea of a good time, I bet you don't get a lot of second dates.

D'Argo: I meant everything I said.
Aeryn: So did I.
John: Did you mean everything you did? You attacked us, tried to take over the ship. And you you're ready to slaughter every Tavloid we-
D'Argo and Aeryn: Tavlek.
John: Whatever. If the gauntlet brings out the real you, both of you, think long and hard about therapy. I'm going to go check things out, play nice while I'm gone.

John: You don't want Rygel anyway.
Bekesh: Why don't I?
John: Because... he's not really a king.
Rygel: I'm not?
Bekesh: He's not?
John: He's... an escaped mental patient. Believes he's royalty.
Rygel: You're the mental patient if you expect anybody to believe that-
(kick)
Bekesh: He's not insane.
Rygel: I could be.
John: No, he's not insane. But he is sick.
(Rygel coughs)
John: He's very sick, very contagious. You ever hear of chicken pox?
Bekesh: He's not sick.
John: Okay, he's not sick. But he is worthless.

John: Rygel is an obnoxious gasbag, and who's gonna shell out for that?
Rygel: He's right. I'm unloved, unwanted, unpopular (Kick), unconscious...

Rygel: Which means you're going to have to take me back as I am, or disembowel me here.
John: Don't you tempt me, Fluffy.

D'Argo: Am I to live or die?
Aeryn: Die. But not today.