D'ARGO: You do not have to
go down there, your flatulence.
CHIANA: Distress call. Directed
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
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.