JOHN: Fine, yes, you're right.
We know almost nothing about the Tavloids.
JOHN: Whatever. Tavloid...Tav-.
We do know they will pay us to haul cargo which they're not going
to do if you go in there doing your John Wayne impression.
AERYN: John Wayne? Who's that?
JOHN: John Wayne? No, the big
guy...True Grit, The Searchers, The Cowboys, Ghengis Khan. Oh
no, look, forget about Ghengis Khan...everybody makes a bad movie.
But the point is....
AERYN: No! No, the point is
that I'm not going to meet that shuttle unarmed. It's as simple
JOHN: Kung Fu...Kung Fu never
carried a gun.
RYGEL: I'll argue later. They've
docked. Positions please, c'mon now. If you must address me,
do so as your 'Supreme Eminence', which you should be doing anyway.
JOHN: Pilot, get a tractor
beam on that shuttle.
PILOT: Tractor beam? What's
CRICHTON: Graviton field. Attracto
ray. Superglue. Whatever it is that you yanked me aboard with.
ZHAAN: Soft, yes. Weak? No.
PILOT: Secure for acceleration.
Crichton has an idea.
ZHAAN: Did you say Crichton?
RYGEL: Yeah, well, I've never
heard of the Consortium of Trao.
JOTHEB: The imperfection is
JOHN: That's your plan? Wile
E. Coyote would come up with a better plan than that.
CRICHTON: No! Absolutely not!
There are other things that we can do. We can try negotiating
with the Tavloids, we can-
(AERYN hits JOHN with a Pantak
JOHN: Oh don't 'tsk' me. This
is not over with, and when it is, you and I are going to sit
down and have a serious talk.
AERYN: Sure. When this is over,
you and I will probably be dead.