Farscape

Crichton: Oh, yeah... I think I've seen this one before. Mel Gibson, Tina Turner... (Crichton grabs Rygel by his jowls and speaks dramatically) Cage match! Rygel: What?! Crichton: Oh, don't worry. Nobody saw the third one, anyway.

Crichton: Kissing cousins, just like Humans and Sebaceans. Aeryn: (laughing derisively) Yes, well, the day that they prove that is the day I let Palmolian Meat Hounds tear all the flesh from my bones.

Aeryn: D'Argo, you've been laboring. D'Argo: I have. Aeryn: What is wrong with you?

(An announcement comes over the sound system and the native people begin to leave the bar) Crichton: Definitely a simple people. They never heard of the last call.

Aeryn: We have a situation up here. Crichton: I'm sure it's not any more interesting that the situation down here. Aeryn: Well, remember Rygel's assassination attempt? He caused it himself. His body fluids have turned explosive. Crichton: I stand corrected.

Crichton: Isolate him. No fluids, no food. Rygel: (Gasping) What?

Voice from speakers: Good morning, citizens. A new day begins. Remember, rejoice in your work and you will be rewarded. Be temperate. Be strong and healthful. Keep production lines flowing. Efficiency in your task will be observed and noted. Your reward status can therefore be improved. Keep your mind on your task. Free yourself from all concerns. Focus only on the task... Be content. Be strong. Keep production lines flowing...

Crichton: (referring to Rygel) Well, Sparky here is male. I think. Sort of. I mean, how come he's not after you?

D'Argo: (referring to his dream of the simple life) I thought I had found that. Zhaan: Those kinds of dreams cannot be found, brave Luxan. You have to build them.

D'Argo: When I was a boy, I dreamed of two very different lives. Zhaan: Only two? I wanted hundreds....

Crichton: (about Aeryn) What's with her? Rygel: Oh, 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: 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! 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- 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. (Crichton laughs) What? Crichton: This is great! You're trading in your pulse rifle for a junior chemistry set!

Crichton: I got...I got a worm in my gut, crawling around in places where the sun don't shine, and I'm sick of it!

Rygel: I don't feel well at all. Aeryn: Quit complaining. You're lucky to be alive. Rygel: Well, I'm barely that! Aeryn: I did the best that I could, and it wasn't in my training, you know. Rygel: Fa-pu-tah! Peacekeepers are trained only to kill! Aeryn: So don't forget that this Peacekeeper just saved your life.

Aeryn: (about her analysis) So, what are you saying? That it's done? That I did it? Pilot: You did. Aeryn: No, you helped me a lot. Pilot: No, Aeryn Sun--it was you. Aeryn: It was me....

Aeryn: (about data analysis) Yeah, but you're good at it. Pilot: I study, every chance I can. Moya was born with a very complete bank of scientific data. I only comprehend a fraction I'm afraid. Aeryn: The others know about this? Pilot: I have told no one. I'd...prefer they didn't know. Aeryn: But you told me? Pilot: I feel I can trust you.

Aeryn: Look, all the analysis dren comes really naturally to you, it just doesn't to me. Pilot: On the contrary, I too have difficulty with the complex sciences. Aeryn: Yeah, right. Pilot: When a Pilot is bonded to a Leviathan, as I am bonded to Moya, it as a... navigator, a monitor of all the living ship's functions. The analysis of scientific data is not something I know or easily understand.

Pilot: (after Aeryn breaks off a piece of a frozen Rygel's moustache) I strongly suggest you don't touch any of his other...protruberances.

Rygel: I've suffered numerous assassination attempts on Hyneria, but... Aeryn: Nobody knows you here. It's only people who know you who want to kill you.

Crichton: My boy D'Argo into the promised land. Aeryn: Yes, and he's left his brain behind.

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

Aeryn: (to Crichton) D'Argo's been off the ship for three whole days, but we couldn't find you to tell you. You hide very well, you must have had a lot of practice.