Eat Me

 

D'Argo: (to John) We have no coms, we have no idea who or what is on that ship, you are leading us to our death.

John: Burnt, battered, busted, ding-dong the pod is dead.

Chiana: I'm warning you; I'm going to end up killing that red-haired tralk.
John: Whatever.

D'Argo: Do you wanna give me a hand here, it's stuck.
John: Or maybe there's a Pilot keeping it shut (door opens) or a host of peacekeepers or thousands of feral hippy boys, friends and relatives.

John: Abbot and Costello in the house of horror.

John: Whoa, oh man that smells worse than Rygel.
D'Argo: Well, almost. Get in.

John: And what if we're dying, what if we've been exposed to some radiation or virus is going to mutate us into the Night of the Living Dead?

Jool: You know we don't have weapons on our planet, we don't have violence, we don't have war… (Chiana punches her) What the frell? (Chiana punches her again and Jool punches back) Oh, frelling hedzmona.
Chiana: See violence, you'll get the hang of it.

Chiana: Don't mind me, just talk amongst yourselves.

Chiana: You want lunch, how about her?

John: He controls the whole ship Chiana, he's got the maintenance bay, he's got the doors, he's got the windows, he's got the smoke on the water.
Chiana: I don't know what you're talking about.
John: The guy, whatever, whoever, the one that killed D'Argo, Dr. Spike.

Rygel: Listen you bartantic bitch. Talyn's supposedly the meanest deadliest all time yave-of-the-yuvo fighter ship but somebody, something beat the yotz out of him and when they come back to finish him off we'll be here with him, unarmed.

John: (to Pilot of sick ship) D'Argo's dead, Chiana's dead. Oh yeah, I can feel it, that sick hammer-whore son-of-a-bitch, he's going to be suckin' my brains through a sippy straw and it ain't makin' me feel comfortable. Now see I head for the transport pod and he runs me down like a sick lizard or we take back control, we patch your ass back in, we vent the chambers and suck his ass out into space.

John: (to Pilot of sick ship) You and me buddy, good things are going to happen. Good things.

D'Argo: Why me?
Kaarvok: We're going to make babies.

Kaarvok: This is my home. All I need is more food, family. Is there a difference?

John: Pilot, don't give up here, you're all I've got, you understand that I need you big boy and you need me, c'mon!

Aeryn: (to Rygel) If you try anything when I am gone whatever you have in the place of mivonks and wherever they are, they will be gone when I get back.

John: Hey Kaarvok, it's just you and me now. What do you say we meet for some coffee or something? I'm sure we've got lots of stuff we can talk about. We'll cook up something special okay man, it's going to take a little while. We're gonna hit you with some starburst supreme!

Kaarvok: We can't starburst, we're in a control collar.
John: Oh yes we can starburst, just means this whole ship is toast (Kaarvok shoots John) Slick lights show baby you want to try that again, bring it on.

John: I don't think so brain sucker. I can arrange my own death.

John: Hey kids, its dinnertime and it's finger-lickin' good.

D'Argo: And how do you know that I am not the copy. Maybe the real D'Argo is dead.
Chiana: Because you just know. You know. Frell.

Aeryn: (watching the two Johns play Rock, Paper, Scissors) How is…he?
Rygel: Still tied.