Farscape

Crichton: (when Aeryn appears to be ill) Are you sweating? This isn't a Sebacean heat thing, is it? Aeryn: This is not a Sebacean thing. Crichton: Well, you gotta give me a clue here, Aeryn. Is this something new or is this just your usual P.M.S. -- Peacekeeper Military Shi..? Aeryn: Frell you!

NamTar: You are in the latter part of phase one, I suspect. Aeryn: Phase one of what? NamTar: Please...I don't want to ruin the surprise of phase two for you.

D'Argo: (about chopping off Pilot's arm to trade it to NamTar for star charts) 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.

NamTar: All species are seeking perfection. That's what evolution is: the road towards perfection. How many generations of your species have lived and died to lead to you? How many will die after you? All in the name of achieving a state of perfection.

Crichton: You're a long way from perfection, NamTar. NamTar: But nearer, possibly, than any other corporeal being has ever come! Give credit where credit is due.

NamTar: (to Crichton) If you've come to attack me yet again, I warn you: I don't have time for you now. I will need to simply kill you.

NamTar: (after Aeryn shoots him) That's quite an impressive weapon you've got there....

Crichton: Whatever you've done to her, NamTar, it wasn't part of our deal! NamTar: Deal? You felt we had a deal? A deal denotes reaching some point of equality. I'm afraid there's never been anything equal about us.

Rygel: (to Zhaan) You honestly believed that I could find you appealing? I mean, you're so...so...blue!

NamTar: (after Aeryn wrenches his arm) I have temporarily turned my nervous sensors from pain to pleasure. Aeryn: This is not like what you did to the others! NamTar: Oops! Aeryn: What have you done to me?! NamTar: Please push harder!

Rygel: What am I? Chopped mellet? Zhaan: Of course not: I can stomach chopped mellet. Rygel: (under his breath) Blue-assed bitch. Zhaan: What did you call me? Rygel: A blue-assed bitch!

D'Argo: If NamTar's knowledge had extended to Crichton's pathetic homeworld, you can wager that he would have offered up his own mivonks, useless as they are. Zhaan: Would you if that had been the price demanded? D'Argo: Fortunately it was not--only a female would make light of such thoughts!

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.

Crichton: 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 service of others. Ship first, then those who travel aboard her. Crichton: 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 trade-off we make, for the chance to see the galaxy. I consider it a perfectly equitable arrangement.

Aeryn: (to Crichton) You and the others are trying to get home avoiding Peacekeeper territories. My home is Peacekeeper territory, it's just that I can't ever go back there...ever.

NamTar: You arrived here aboard a Leviathan ship, did you not? Zhaan: You want our ship? NamTar: My interest isn't in your ship, but in your ship's pilot. Aeryn: What do you want with him? NamTar: My research will be greatly enhanced by genetic material from such an extraordinary species. Crichton: You mean, a sample like you took from us? NamTar: A sample, yes. But I'm afraid I'm going to need a bit more than I asked of you. D'Argo: How much more? NamTar: I will require... one of your pilot's arms.

Zhaan: Are you all right, John. Crichton: Yeah, sure, no problem, happens all the time--needle in the eye, no sweat.