The Choice

Rygel: You stupid selfish nak-noks. Aeryn has made it clear she wants nothing to do with any of us. She wants no part of your plan to find Moya…
Stark: We can't leave her on Valldon it's dangerous. It's filled with mystics and criminals.
Rygel: Then it's just like here. You're a mystic and we're criminals but Aeryn doesn't want to be here.

Rygel: Stark's meeting every cousin and farbot he ever knew. It's a planet of Starks down here.

Stark: Rygel did you get touched?
Rygel: I'll touch you if you keep telling these fekiks about me.

Stark: She's very beautiful. Hair as dark as a fellip berry.
Rygel: Shut up Stark.
Stark: She usually wears it tight, pulled back but recently she's taken to wearing it out down to her shoulders. We're close, very close.
Rygel: They're not close at all. He's some kind of weird probakto and she can't stand the smell of (Stark squeezes Rygel's hand)
Stark: That's not true.

Stark: If you've got a deity, you better make your peace with it now because I'm going to lead you to the other side real quick.

Stark: You get up, get away from him.
Aeryn: (on Crais) No that's alright, he wants me. Isn't that right? You always wanted to take me from Crichton and now here's your chance. (whispering) And you know what Bilar? If I squeeze my eyes closed tightly enough you can be someone else. (Crais tries to move) No come on right here right now, give it to me, give me what you got.
Stark: (pulls her off Crais) You're coming with me. I'm taking you now.
Aeryn: Don't you touch me (pulls out a knife) or I swear I will spear the last eye you have left. Do you know what makes you so much worse? Is the fact that you think you're so much better than him. Always pressing against me. Stealing looks. Get out of here. Both of you get out!

Aeryn: Let me guess. You're my long lost sister.
Rygel: Look Aeryn, I know you're upset. I too had someone important in my life. Kellor was her name. I missed her for a long time. But I knew, as I'm sure you do, that self-sacrifice is not the answer. Look, I'm not like Crais or Stark. I'm not trying to save you or recreate with you. You can do whatever you like but Crichton loved you Aeryn. He wouldn't want his death to lead you here.

Cresus: Did he love you? Hold you? Touch you? Soft.
Aeryn: Yes he loved me, he was very…he made me better.

Aeryn: Was it easy to be a hero? Leave me behind?
Ghost John: You never think you're going to die. I didn't know.
Aeryn: (laughing) You, you did.
Ghost John: No…
Aeryn: Yes you did.

Aeryn: You know, we Peacekeepers think that we are so remarkable. Soldiers without equal, precise tacticians, purebloods. But I've realized that we're not remarkable. We do nothing for love. Not one thing.
Xhalax: You're wrong. Cycles ago after your birth I was given an order, they called it a choice. One of you must die, they said. I killed your father so you could live. I did that for love.

Xhalax: (to Aeryn) I died a long time ago. You live for me.

Crais: As soon as our ships are reunited and Talyn can find someone other than me to pilot him I shall leave.
Rygel: I hope Moya has done better than we have.

Aeryn: Maybe I could have become something different. If you'd lived I could have truly changed. But you are gone and I am what I was bred to be.
Ghost John: Aeryn come here.
Aeryn: No, you have to go now.