Infinite Possibilities, Part 1: Daedalus Demands

Jack: Are you speaking the truth?
John: Jack, you're a mind-reading alien. Like my dad, don't you know when I'm speaking the truth?
Jack: I can only penetrate your mind this deep.
John: Bummer.

Crais: Who are you?
Jack: My given name is (unintelligible alien name). You can call me Jack.

Stark: I know a Delvian chant that is very calming in times of stress (starts chanting). Say it with me (grabs Rygel's face and chants).
Rygel: Stop it you lunatic. Get it through what's left of that head of yours that this is serious!
Crais: More serious than you can imagine. Unconfirmed intelligence reports suggest an alliance between the Charrids and the Scarrens.

John: Lay it on me Jack, why are you so afraid of a Halloween mask in a tiny module.

John: Sorry to screw up your life again.
Aeryn: Yeah, as long as you know it's all your fault.
John: Me and my damn wormholes.
Aeryn: Not all wormholes are bad.
John: No, but ah if I hadn't been hunting wormholes we never would have run into Furlow or the ancients.
Aeryn: If you hadn't fallen into a wormhole you never would have met…
John: Rygel.
Aeryn: Furlow, I would think is a better match for you. You could pool your knowledge and chase wormholes all you want.
John: Furlow, yeah she's sexy. She's a good one to take home and meet the folks. What? You didn't think I planned on going home alone did you?
Aeryn: I haven't been thinking about it.
John: I wouldn't…want to do that. To go back alone.
Aeryn: I wouldn't want you to.
John: We should talk about this.
Aeryn: Some other time?
John: Yeah, we could do lunch. (they kiss)

Rygel: Where's your goggles?
John: He doesn't need them fluffy, those aren't his real eyes.

John: Alright, seat belt sign is off. Aeryn, Crais, we're up.

Crais: (Stark chanting) He said help me you idiot, not chant me over to the other side.

John: My grandma, what big teeth you have.
Charrid: We'll feast on you tonight and tomorrow all your families.
John: Yeah, you can have our pets for breakfast.

John: Do me a favor, take smiley here and stash him somewhere on your way out.
Charrid: You fear me.
John: No, you just smell.

Furlow: Got a nice detailed scan last time you where here.
John: Yeah, when you ripped off all my data.
Furlow: You know, you're gonna have to let that go Johnny.

Stark: (to Crais) Let me be your eye.
Rygel: Perfect, the half-blind leading the blind.
Aeryn: No, he's right Rygel, get in here.
Stark: (to Rygel) She likes me bore that she likes you.

Aeryn: I think we should tie her back up.
John: Don't tempt me.
Aeryn: No, I said tie her back up.

Charrid: You don't dare kill me.
Rygel: Don't I?
Charrid: The others want me alive.
Rygel: Yes. Well plainly you're unaware of one more fact: I don't give a garanta's brax what the others want.

Stark: There's nothing that is not damaged.
Crais: Least of all you.
Stark: I can see.
Crais: If only you could think.

Rygel: We work better as a team.
Aeryn: Well, you didn't need any help when you were knifing the Charrid.
Rygel: This is different. I'm unprotected here. What happens if they fire in a mortar shell?
Aeryn: Well, that's simple, you'll die, so keep them back.
Rygel: You keep them back, you're the artillery expert.
Aeryn: Tell me something Rygel, how many Hynerians perished in the suicide attacks when they repelled the Charrids?
Rygel: Millions upon millions.
Aeryn: Any of them volunteer or where they all forced?
Rygel: Why?
Aeryn: I'm just curious to know whether sacrifice and bravery are Hynerian concepts.

John: That's terrific. Jack, I already got half the universe after me. I really want the ancients on my ass as well.

Jack: A neural-clone?
John: You could call it that, I call it Harvey.

Jack: My mental energy is limited but I believe between the two of us we can drive this clone from your mind.
John: Can you say that with a little more confidence?

John: Harvey kiss my medulla oblongata.

Aeryn: You let two through.
Rygel: Two? Well I turned at least twelve of them into sand stains.

Rygel: Taste this blood-sucka!
Aeryn: We'll make a soldier out of you yet Rygel.
Rygel: Well don't think I'm going to make a habit of it.

Scorpy Clone: Help me John.
John: Go to Hell Scorpy. For everything there is a season, a time to keep and a time to cast away.

Aeryn: Where is he (Crichton)?
John/Scorpy: Gone. Gambled and lost. How unfortunate you must loose as well.