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D'ARGO: You do not have to go down there, your flatulence. * CHIANA: Distress call. Directed at us? JOHN: How stupid is that? * D'ARGO: Well, to put it in perspective, Zhaan, you are the least thing on this asteroid that I am allergic to. JOHN: The big guy's got a point. My rashes have got rashes. * D'ARGO: Zhaan, let me explain to you what's going on inside my nose right now. There's large pieces of green mucus gunk-- JOHN: D'Argo. D'Argo. D'Argo. No, no, no, no. Stop it with the Luxan poetry. * JOHN: All right. One quick trip to the pharmacy coming up. Out the door, turn left at the creature. * JOHN: No, it doesn't bother me. I just never suspected...You're a vegetable?! * JOHN: M'Lee? Take it outside, M'Lee. Us southern boys don't make good eatin'. * JOHN: Is that before or after I supply your recommended daily allowance of calcium? * ZHAAN: There is much cruelty in the universe. JOHN: Yeah, we seem to have a treasure map to it. * SCORPIUS: As a matter of honor, sometimes we must be willing to give of ourselves.   <PREV      NEXT>