D'ARGO: Never swallow the dentic.
JOHN: It's kinda minty.
JOHN: Hetch 7? That thing's
a Hyundai. Why don't we stop playing hide and seek and smoke
AERYN: No offense, human, but
what could I possibly need from you?
JOHN: Oh, I don't know. Manners...personality...stock
JOHN: Hey, I'm missing one
of those...uh, pointy things with the laser probes.
D'ARGO: On Luxan, this is a
mild winter morning.
AERYN: Hmm. Another reason
Sebaceans hate his world.
ZHAAN: I intend to. But another
specimen would be helpful, John. Alive this time, if possible.
JOHN: Oh, yeah, no problem.
Hell, the damn things are related to me.
ZHAAN: And how will you tell
us from them?
D'ARGO: We will cut off the
tip of our small finger for identification.
RYGEL: Too many letters for
you, Luxan? Try hive.
JOHN: They're making us their
RYGEL: Then I'm moving.
JOHN: I don't know. We didn't
cover the life-cycle of deep-space insects at JFK High.
RYGEL: I had blue crud way
up in places you don't want to know about.