JOHN: Slicker'n snot.
AERYN: My microbes had to have
translated that one wrongly.
JOHN: Southern metaphors, darlin'.
You ain't heard the half of `em.
*
ZHAAN: Teaching Crichton takes
time, D'Argo.
D'ARGO: Teaching Crichton is
a waste of time.
*
PILOT: So sorry. I appear to
have hit the wrong Comm.
*
JOHN: Can you pass me that
axe?
JOHN: Yeah. What are you going
to do with it?
AERYN: I'm going to hack my
foot off.
JOHN: Oh, no. Well, let me,
then.
*
RYGEL: You think it was easy?
He's an abominable player. A switched-off DRD would have made
a better showing for itself. Oh, please!
*
JOHN: It's colder than a frog's
ass.
*
JOHN: Is he dangerous?
D'ARGO: Merely annoying.
*
STAANZ: I'm lonely. Everybody
needs a mate, Ka D'Argo. Even you.
JOHN: A mate?
STAANZ: I am the female of
the species, you know that, don't you? In fact, false modesty
aside, I am considered quite the Zenetan beauty.
JOHN: You know, big guy, I
think I'd better give you two a little time alone here...'cause
you know, in a universe this vast, when two hearts collide...
D'ARGO: Shut up.
*
JOHN: One thing...just to be
absolutely certain. You are the female of your species, right?
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