D'ARGO: I will not be taken
ZHAAN: Pilot, does Moya know
where we are?
PILOT: Yes, of course. We're....someplace
else. I'll...get back to you on the specifics.
RYGEL: I am Rygel the sixteenth,
Dominar to over 600 billion people. I don't have to talk to you!
ZHAAN: It's time to eat.
JOHN: Eat what?
JOHN: You fart helium!?
RYGEL: Sometimes, when I'm
nervous. Or angry!
RYGEL: (barters with insect-like
alien) You know you only expose your ignorance if you deny knowledge
of the hernian stone. (alien hisses) Twenty barrels of fluid!
There was a time when you would have been disembowelled with
a dull laxian spade for half such an insult! (alien hisses again)Thirty
JOHN: Boy, was Spielberg ever
wrong. Close encounters my ass!
AERYN: What is that? (looks
at Farscape One)
JOHN: That's cutting edge technology.
AERYN: We're taking mine.
JOHN: Freeze! Don't move! Or
I'll fill you full of.....little yellow bolts of light!
RYGEL: Your equipment may be
worth something in trade.
JOHN: My equipment. It's mine.
RYGEL: Are you a sound sleeper?
JOHN: And there's life out
here Dad. Weird, amazing, psychotic life. And uh, in Technicolor.