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Crichton: (ordering Rygel to go retrieve Sikozu's dismembered hand) Yeah, she says her flesh will rebond, so Ryg, you go fetch her hand. Pip, you're with me.
Rygel: Why me?
Crichton: Severed heads, severed hands- it's a motif.
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Elack's Pilot: The returning Grudek ship would have destroyed us... if we hadn't left the sacred space. And we would like to repay our debt... before we pass.
Crichton: You don't owe us anything.
Elack's Pilot: Nevertheless, if we are able, you shall arrive at the planet where we think your friends may be.
Crichton: It was your dream... yours and Elack... to die there.
Elack's Pilot: No dream is guaranteed, Commander. The grace of age is... we learn to accept.
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Sikozu: Make them think you're dead!
Crichton: Okay, Sputnik. (Running out and firing at the Grudeks) You missed!
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Sikozu: I studied harder than you can imagine, I sacrificed more than you will ever attain. Do not presume to moralize with your narrow perspective.
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Dream Aeryn: I'm not right for you, John. I was just the best of limited choices.
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Sikozu: They know we're here.
Crichton: Oh, nothing gets by you, does it?
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Crichton: (to Sikozu) Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. Told Chiana she could do that.
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Crichton: (Bleating like a sacrificial lamb) Maaaah maaah. Come see the tasty human goat. Staked out like an idiot. Maaah.
Rygel: (being pursued by a creature) Ohh oh ohh! You wanted him, you got him!
Crichton: (continuing to call the hunting beast to him) Maah, what's the matter? You not hungry? Red rover, red rover, send Cujo right over!
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Sikozu: Chiana, I've told you, I can go places you cannot.
Chiana: I'd love to send you to one place.
Sikozu: It's sarcasm. The hallmark of the sub-educated.
Chiana: The only hallmark you're gonna be is a small, small smudge on the wall after I shoot you.
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Chiana: (to Sikozu) OK, you go first, in case I have to shoot you.
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Crichton: (about the baby) Maybe it's not mine at all.
Dream Aeryn: You just won't let that rest, will you?
Crichton: Nah, maybe it's got a little pony tail and a teeny tiny goatee.
Dream Aeryn: Maybe.
Crichton: Maybe there's half a metal face on it.
Dream Aeryn: Maybe.
Crichton: Maybe it's a royal pain in the ass, eats all the time and farts a lot.
Dream Aeryn: Then we'll know it's yours.
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Rygel: (holding Sikozu's severed hand) Wormholes, Aeryn, Earth, Aeryn, Scorpius, Aeryn. (He laughs and lifts the hand) I'm out of fingers. Want me to keep counting on hers?