Back And Back And Back To The Future

 

 

Aeryn: What is the cargo?
Matala: You expect me to tell a Peacekeeper?
John: She's retired.

D'Argo: No bargains. These are my friends.
Rygel: Friends? You?

D'Argo: You must excuse the Hynerian. His manners match his size.

John: I'm just gonna get some air.
Aeryn: We have air in here. What is the matter with him?
Zhaan: He is Crichton.

John: Ilanic women, when it comes to attracting men, do they have any special pheromones? You know, body chemistry that acts like an aphrodisiac?
D'Argo: No.
John: How about mental abilities? Do they have telepathic powers of seduction? Like a psychic Spanish fly.

John: I've been having these flashes. And I'm somewhere else. And Matala's there. We're like, getting horizontal… Vertical…

Aeryn: Did you hear me?
John: Yeah, I heard you. Twice.
Aeryn: You are very odd, Crichton.

John: Open your ears, or your tentacles, or whatever orifice it is you listen with!

Matala: I'm curious about Crichton.
Zhaan: He's far too complex, I'm afraid, for you to know in the short time that you'll be here. I suggest you shouldn't try.

Zhaan: The concept is a fascinating one.
John: Yeah, well it could still be a concept. I could just be going plain old bonkers here. But I guess it's about time that happened.

Zhaan: According to this preminition, D'Argo will kill you.
John: Yeah. I think the Ilanics have turned him around somehow, I don't know.
Zhaan: I will talk to him.
John: Talk? And what, give me a character reference? I just felt the blade slice through my guts!

Aeryn: How did you know about that?
John: I saw it in the future.
Aeryn: What do you mean by that?
John: Look… You know what? Ask me later. Just ask me later when I've got more time. Of course I could be dead three or four times by the time you ask.

John: There is some crap going down here that just might be of interest to you.
Verrel: Crap?
John: Yes, crap. Crap like I know you're not out here in the Uncharted Territories doing research. Crap like you have enemies called the Scorpions and that your trusted colleague Matala is a spy for them.

Verrell: You're talking nonsense.
John: Yeah, my entire life has become nonsense, so I suggest you listen to me.

Zhaan: He says he is experiencing the future.
Aeryn: The future? He can barely function in the present.

D'Argo: Where's that Hynerian bandit?

John: What is that smell?
Rygel: The tail end of a food binge, I'm afraid.

John: How are you doing?
D'Argo: I will recover.
John: Yeah, when?
D'Argo: Do you mock me?
John: D'Argo, I mock all of us.