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RYGEL: Hurry up. I'm very sick. I'm dying.

ZHAAN: You only have a touch of the Klendian Flu. It's not fatal.

D'ARGO: We only wish it were.


RYGEL: I don't know your customs for these situations. Not that I care. So I'll give you the Hynerian ceremony of passage and be done with it. John Crichton, valued friend- Now wait a minute, 'Valued friend' is a bit of a stretch. John Crichton, unwelcome shipmate. Hmm? May you have safe transport to the hallowed realm. Hmm? Actually, not our hallowed realm. That's for Hynerians. Go find your own hallowed realm. With the ceremony complete, I declare you officially dead and claim all your possessions for myself. Now.-


JOHN: It's not Kansas, and you're way too homely to be Auntie Em. Come 'ere, Toto.


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