Incubator

Scorpious: Tell me what's the last thing you remember?
Neural-clone John: Ice planet diagnosin, he was diggin' around in my brain trying to pull your chip out of my…oh no he screwed up? I kicked it on the table? I am in Hell!

Neural-clone John: Scorpy go away, go home. I do not even want to hear it. I'm sick and tired of having people clompin' around inside my head.
Scorpious: This time it's different, we're not in your head at all, we're in mine.
Neural-clone John: Your head. Do me a favor kick the habit before it starts. I'm going for some air. Don't wait up for me.

Scorpious: You'll have to accept it, you're not John.
Neural-clone John: Alright Scorp. Then what am I? Bootleg? A ghost? Holodeck Crichton? A wandering soul that ain't got no body?

Scorpious: You know so little of me, let's remedy that.
Neural-clone John: Let's not and say we did.

John: Pilot…
Pilot: Yes Commander, I'll wake you the moment Moya senses anything.
John: You the man. (he leaves)
D'Argo: Pilot let him sleep for twelve arns and don't wake him up no matter what.
Pilot: Agreed.

Pilot: Besides the occupant of the prowler is a Relgarian.
Chiana: What's a Relgarian?
Pilot: A species Moya and I trust.
D'Argo: What? As opposed to us?

Scorpious: I jumped ship, in an evacuation pod and hid upon a commerce planet.
Neural-clone John: And you lived happily ever after. Is this fairy tale over yet?
Scorpious: Everything I've shown you is true.
Neural-clone John: No doubt. Scorpy the teenage hero outwits the Scarens, makes it look easy, you going for pity or applause?
Scorpious: Neither!

Pilot: Scorpious is alive?
Linfer: Yes.
Pilot: But Crais and Talyn destroyed his marauder.
John: Yeah and Scorpious was elsewhere laughing at him the whole time. It's another grand Scorpy fake-out. I knew the bastard wasn't dead.

D'Argo: Can you stop pretending this is anything other than your idea? This is exactly the attitude that got Zhaan killed.
John: That's low.
D'Argo: Too bad.
Chiana: D'Argo.
Jool: Leave him alone.
Chiana: Leave me alone.
John: Terrific, this is what we're arguing about, the chance to stay cooped up together. You know if I was Moya I wouldn't want us here.

John: So you just let her fly away and blow herself to bits?
Pilot: Correct again.
John: That's a beautiful decision man.
Jool: It's funny how you support Pilot only when you both want the same thing.
John: That's crap Jool.
Jool: Truth is never crap.

Scorpious: In faithful service, I quickly advanced in rank, and created a special task force to develop wormhole technology.
Neural-clone John: Sweet move, join the army, get them to pay for your pet project.
Scorpious: You think I want wormholes to betray Peacekeepers and to conquer the universe myself? I don't want power, I want revenge!

Scorpious (to Neural-chip John): And if they discover wormhole technology before we do, the galaxy is theirs. And eventually John, they will find Earth. Your race is defenseless. They'll be raped and slaughtered unless you help us.

Neural-clone John: Scorpious, it's not mine to give away. You remember what the ancients told me?
Scorpious: John.
Neural-clone John: If you're not smart enough to discover it yourself, you're not smart enough to use it wisely.

Neural-clone John: Do you think neural clones go to heaven?