DNA Mad Scientist

 

 

Zhaan: Are you all right, John?
John: Yeah. Sure. No problem. Happens all the time. Needle in the eye, no sweat.

John: Eleven million species. Eleven million. And he couldn't at least narrow it down for me. I mean, sure, he can't pinpoint the exact location, but am I even in the neighborhood here?

John: What's your problem? You didn't even let him poke you in the eye. You don't even know if he's got your homeworld in his big ball of wonders.
Aeryn: Have you forgotten? You and the others are trying to get home avoiding Peacekeeper territories. My home is Peacekeeper territories, it's just that I can't ever go back there. Ever.

John: Unless Pilot volunteers one of his arms, we're all going to be blasting out of here together in about one hour. One arn.
Aeryn: You saw the looks on the others' faces. What makes you think they're going to wait for Pilot to volunteer anything?

John: So you let them cut off one of your arms?
Pilot: I didn't exactly let them.

John: How can you not be angry? Insanely angry?
Pilot: When one of my species is bonded to a Leviathan, we give our lives to the services of others. Ship first, then those that travel aboard her.
John: No matter what those aboard do to you?
Pilot: My species is incapable of space flight on our own. If we wish to journey beyond our home planet, this is the tradeoff we make for the chance to see the galaxy. I consider it a perfectly equitable arrangement.

Aeryn: How could you? Pilot is defenseless.
D'Argo: Compassion? From a Peacekeeper?
Aeryn: For a comrade. You attacked one of your own. Would you do the same to the rest of us? D'Argo: Of course.

Aeryn: And then it's just you and me.
John: Look, I'm not entirely useless here, you know. I happen to be learning.

Aeryn: They are going home. And someday, you will, too.
John: Yeah, sure. I mean, if I ever find a way home, yeah.
Aeryn: I was born a Peacekeeper soldier. I've always been one among many. A member of a division, a platoon, a unit, a team. I've never been on my own, John. Never been alone. Never.
John: When I find a way home, if I find a way home, I'll take you with me.
Aeryn: Me, on a planet full of billions of you?

D'Argo: A box of food cubes?
Rygel: My emergency supply. In case something came up.
D'Argo: How long have you had these for? Were they in your position when we were without food for nearly two weekens?
Rygel: You see, something did come up.

Rygel: You two have spoken? Without consulting me? What am I, chopped mellet?
Zhaan: Of course not. I can stomach chopped mellet.

Rygel: Blue-assed bitch.
Zhaan: What did you call me?
Rygel: A blue-assed bitch.

Rygel: We'll just go to Namtar and ask for three individual crystals.
D'Argo: Ask Namtar for further help? What will he demand of us then?
Pilot: If he should ask for it, what body part are you willing to offer for it, your Eminence?

John: This isn't the Sebacean heat thing, is it?
Aeryn: This is not a Sebacean thing.
John: You've gotta give me a clue here, Aeryn. Is this something new or is it just your usual PMS? Peacekeeper Military Sh-
Aeryn: Frell you.

Rygel: The crystal is well-hidden and will remain so until you and Zhaan are ready to listen to reason.
D'Argo: Reason being we return you to Hyneria.
Rygel: That's the very definition of reason.

Aeryn: It's Namtar. He took some of Pilot's DNA and he…
John: How did…
Aeryn: I went back there. I wanted him to find me a place where I could belong. I didn't want to get left behind. I'm so scared.

Zhaan: Rygel, what a surprise. I see you're having something to eat. Is this your third helping or your fourth?

Rygel: I'm always ravenous when I'm about to take a long journey.

Rygel: You know, I'm really not a body breeder…

Rygel: You honestly believe I could find you appealing? I mean, you're so… so… blue!

John: It's a happy face.
Aeryn: They're food cubes.
John: See, the pattern forms a… Never mind.

D'Argo: You understand why I did what I did.
Pilot: Your motivations were perfectly clear.
D'Argo: And you understand that if I was faced with the same choice again, I would do exactly the same.
Pilot: I have no doubt whatsoever. I also know that Luxans are not given to apologies.