Thank God It's Friday, Again

 

 

John: It's been three days. He can't still be freaking like that.
Aeryn: It's Luxan hyper rage. It doesn't just go away.
Zhaan: You were wise to hide as you did, John.
Aeryn: D'Argo's been off the ship for three days. But we couldn't find you to tell you. You hide very well. You must have had a lot of practice.
(Rygel laughs)
John: Shut up. It comes natural. Especially when you've got that chasing you. Why the hell is he raging, after me, anyway?
Zhaan: You're male.
John: Spanky here's male. I think. Sorta. How come he's not after you?
Rygel: He knows better.

John: Yeah, I think I've seen this one. Mel Gibson, Tina Turner, cage match…
Rygel: What?
John: Don't worry, no one saw the third one, anyway.

Zhaan: Will you be all right in this heat, my dear?
Aeryn: I'll be all right as long as it's night.
Rygel: This is night?
John: Back home we call it white night.
Rygel: I call it let's find the Luxan and get out of here and save ourselves heat seizure.

Aeryn: These are common laborers, a distant cousin species, at best.
John: Kissing cousins, just like humans and Sebaceans.
Aeryn: Yes, well, the day that they prove that is the day I let Palmonian meat hounds tear all the flesh from my bones.

John: This is the end of hyper rage? I get hugged to death?

John: My boy D'Argo entered the promised land.
Aeryn: Yes, and he left his brain behind.

Aeryn: She gives me a woody.
John: …
Aeryn: Woody. Human saying. I've heard you say it often when you don't trust someone, or they make you nervous, then they give you-
John: The willies! She gives you the willies.

Aeryn: He wants to stay, so I say we leave him and we go.
John: No no no no. Woodstock has done something to his head.

Aeryn: Nobody knows you here. It's only people who know you that want to kill you.

D'Argo: How did you find me?
John: We asked around. You stand out among your neighbors.

Aeryn: We have a situation up here.
John: I'm sure it's not any more interesting than the one down here.
Aeryn: Remember Rygel's assassination attempt? He caused it himself. His body fluids have turned explosive.
John: I stand corrected.

Aeryn snaps off one of Rygel's frozen 'mustaches' while he's in cryostats.
Pilot: Ahem...I strongly suggest you don't touch any of his other protuberances.

Aeryn: I did the best that I could. And it wasn't in my training, you know.
Rygel: Peacekeepers are trained only to kill.
Aeryn: Mm. So don't forget that this Peacekeeper just saved your life.
Rygel: Oh. What the yotz does Crichton want, anyway? And with both of us?
Aeryn: Well, can you understand Crichton?

Aeryn: You look terrible, actually. What happened to you?
John: However I look, I feel a hell of a lot worse.

John: Smile. That's what they do around here.

John: It's complicated.
Aeryn: What, too complicated for a Peacekeeper to understand?
John: No, you know what? I did not say that.
Aeryn: So tell me.
John: Aeryn, not today... Okay? I have been out in the sun all day picking magic turnips. I got a worm in my gut, crawling around in places where the sun down shine and I'm sick of it so for the moment can you just shut up and help?
Aeryn: Help? What do you think I've been trying to do up on the ship, playing games with Rygel?
John: Oh, like it was so difficult up there in the ship.
Aeryn: Difficult? I had to stop him from blowing himself to bits. I had to figure out what was causing the problem and I had to fix it.
John: Yeah, I know. And we're all grateful you did the Madam Curie thing, but-
Aeryn: Who?
John: Madam Curie. She's a scientist.
Aeryn: A scientist. What I had to do up there was like a field strategy exercise, only the enemy wasn't trying to kill me. The enemy was a puzzle, and there were lots of different pieces and independently, separately, they didn't, they didn't make any sense. And I had to think it through really hard and I had to work out and try different combinations of putting them together and then finally I worked out what had happened and I worked out what I had to do. What?
John: This is great. You're trading in your pulse rifle for the junior chemistry kit.
Aeryn: My pulse rifle wasn't any use to me this time.
John: I know. But you may need it again, soon, so come on.

Rygel: She thinks she's a scientist now. False superiority!
Aeryn: I am not a scientist. I am however what I have always been and that is superior.
Rygel: If I were warmer, I would have an appropriately venomous reply. Be warned; I owe you one.

Aeryn: It was nice for once to triumph using my mind.
John: It doesn't have to be this once, Aeryn.