Self-Inflicted Wounds
Part 2: Wait for the Wheel

John: I'm telling you Aeryn, it was from Earth. A television transmission.
Aeryn: What, you mean like that Yoda from Degobah?
John: No, no, no no Three Stooges (makes Stooges sound)
Aeryn: Well, whatever was in there it's not any use to us now.
John: Do you know what this means?
Aeryn: No, I don't.
John: It means that some part of this wormhole is ten, twenty, thirty light years at most away from Earth. It's doable. I can get home.
Zhaan: Amidst our misfortune, I'm pleased for you John.
John: Yes, I know. So, forget it.

John: Yo both of you even if Mr. Wiggles did chew on that guy there was no one here.

John: Now what the hell you doin'?
D'Argo: Formulating ideas.
John: Formulating ideas. Well here's an idea since we know nothing about this craft how about you stop pushing buttons? (craft makes noises) Alright two for two. You're not still feeling a little suicidal are you?
D'Argo:Not in the least. Ah this looks interesting (touches button and laser lights go on) Now what do you suppose it does?
John: So far scare the crap out of me.

D'Argo: Being on Moya, a fugitive, it's changed me.
John: Well if you're not feeling suicidal now's a bad time for a mid-life crisis.

D'Argo: Do you know what troubles me the most? I did my best. I did the best I could and it wasn't enough. I still lost them both.

John: My grandmother used to say that life is a great wheel, sometimes it grinds you down into the mud and other times it lifts you up into the light.
D'Argo: Are we strapped to this wheel?
John: That's a given. The point is that most times you get a second chance. You've just got to wait for the wheel.

Aeryn: It was a bad trade Zhaan, your health for mine.
Zhaan: Don't underestimate yourself.
Aeryn: I'm being realistic.
Zhaan: Don't be afraid to understand yourself. We're not as different as you assume, violent past, no faith in the future and then a transformative experience aboard this very ship. My time grows short and yours stretches before you. Use it wisely.

Rygel: Too bad about Pilot. I liked him.
Stark: He liked you too.
Rygel: Hmm? How do you know?
Stark: He told me.
Rygel: He did?

Jool: What are you doing?
John: Deputizing you debutant.

John: Look Princess, I know that this trip to Kruegerland was not on your itinerary but believe it or not I know exactly how you feel.

Jool: Everything I have seen so far is despicable.
John: Welcome to the Federation Starship SS Buttcrack (slaps butt)

John: Good call on Rygel and the gill darts. Anybody ever tell you how good you are around here?
Aeryn: As a matter of fact, just recently.

John: Go on keep moving, I got a plan.
Aeryn: Don't tell me you've got a plan.
John: What's wrong with them?
Aeryn: They never work.
John: They always work.
Aeryn: Not the way you detail them.
John: Hey look I get results, you're hung up details.
Aeryn: Your plans never work.

Aeryn: Crichton you idiot!
John: D'Argo found a force field here somewhere. I gotta find a button. (shuts hatch on snake) Idiot. World-class plan.

Zhaan: I beseech your wisdom. Hatale, I entreat your spirit. Hatala, I petition your mercy. The gentle are stricken, the kind are helpless, the silent uncounted.
Aeryn: I'm approaching Pilot's den…
Zhaan: Even as a tenth level Pau', I am weary and without resources. Oh goddess of all things holy hear my soul. This gentle ship is pledged to my care and I am powerless. Though I am but a mote upon your winds grant me one supplication and ask anything in return, just spare them their lives.
Aeryn: The seal has held, the air is thin but it is breathable.

Jool: John?
John: Yeah?
Jool: Why is this ship so important?
John: Still worried about your parents after twenty-two cycles?
Jool: Yes.
John: That's how we feel about Moya, she raised us.
Scorpy Clone: Bravo, bravo (clapping) Magnificent. Encore, encore John. John Crichton was riveting in the role of cheerleader calling his comrades in the aid of the ship he had earlier betrayed.
John: (grabs Scorpy Clone and is now against an eighteen wheeler) That's my dad's tux. Take it off. This is not mine. This is not my tux.
Scorpy Clone: You may control the venue but I'm going to make sure we look good, yeah! John: Macon…Georgia…Macon, Georgia on the way to Lauderdale.
Scorpy Clone: (speaking at same time) College spring break, hitchhiking to see the strippers in Ft. Lauderdale.
John: This is the truck stop. Hey you no you do not enter my reality. You do not talk to me in my reality. If I want you I'll call, those are the rules.
Scorpy Clone: Unacceptable. And I suggest you sue for peace now. Your distractions are many while I'm totally dedicated to getting a measure of freedom. No more dumpsters John.

John: We're going to have another set of bad guys chasing us across the universe?

John: (to Jool)That's a hell of a scream, thanks.

D'Argo: We voted to stay together John, no matter what.
John: Even Rygel?
Rygel: Pilot likes me.
Jool: You know I don't care to say anything that gets me out alive is what we should be doing.
Zhaan: You are a very ungrateful and selfish woman, please remain silent from now on.

Pilot: Who is that creature?
John: That's ballast. Ignore it.

John: No Aeryn. Do you see this disco? I put it there I'm going to take it away.

Zhaan: So while I'm still sound of mind and spirit, I choose this path for myself.
D'Argo: Zhaan you're needed here.
Zhaan: At one time I believe I was, but then a family was born.
D'Argo: You birthed it.

Zhaan: If I am so needed and so valued and so wise then you will honor my words. You will obey me. For the longest time I feared physical demise because my spiritual essence was suspect. But now I know I'm worthy. Now I know the transgressions have melted from my soul. Now I know I shall meet my goddess and be accepted to her bosom. Sensitive D'Argo, exuberant Chiana, wise Rygel, selfless Aeryn, innocent Crichton. My children, my teachers, my loves, there is no guilt, there is no blame, only what is meant to be. Grow through your mistakes and know that if patient redemption will find you.
John: Wait for the wheel.
Zhaan: Thank you John Crichton.

Zhaan (in Stark's mind): Stark, Stark. Link with me my beautiful. Guide me to the place of rest. Melt into my spirit Stark so that I may share my last moments with the man I love.

Rygel: Good-bye you big beautiful blue bitch.

Zhaan (in Stark's mind): Always together joined as one piece of mind, piece of spirit, piece of soul. Good-bye my love.

Pilot: I appreciate your concern Rygel, it's just that you've never paid this much attention to me before.
Rygel: (petting Pilot) Ha ha I think maybe you haven't noticed. I like you Pilot. I like you a lot and I know Zhaan did too. Shame you didn't get to say good-bye.
Pilot: When I was unconscious in pain she came to me inside my mind. I already miss her.

Jool: Oh wait for me.
Chiana: Not that way on Moya. If you want to move faster get better shoes or maybe get in better shape.
Jool: Do you know how much these shoes cost young whore?
Chiana: For me? Three sex acts, probably double that for you.
Jool: You have some nerve to talk to me that way.
Chiana: One of my very best friends has just gone. Right now I am nothing but nerve. You want someone to like you? Invest in a mirror.

Stark: Those I minister to in their final moments are usually resistant to the process. Not Zhaan. Imagine being so at peace, so certain what was next was better. She doesn't want us upset. She wants us to carry on in her spirit, positive and hopeful.
Aeryn: And you can do that?
Stark: Not always. I would appreciate you hovering then.

Scorpy Clone: Why is it always the gentle ones that pay for everyone else's ambition? Hmmm?