D'ARGO: As John once said,
'I would rather go down on a swing.'
JOHN: Swinging! You wanna go
CHIANA: What, you - you can't
eat? What, any fever? Or dizziness? Or secretions that are even
abnormal for you?
JOHN: No, I win. Paper wraps
D'ARGO: No, paper cannot possibly
JOHN: It does. Paper beats
D'ARGO: Rock rips through paper!
JOHN: D'Argo, that's not how
it works. Paper beats rocks.
D'ARGO: That's unrealistic.
JOHN: Well, it's the rules!
And it's not supposed to be realistic, it's supposed to be entertaining.
D'ARGO: My coma was more entertaining.
JOHN: Right, and how many times
have you and I been close?
AERYN: Just the once.
JOHN Uh, no, no no, not that
kind of close.
D'ARGO: It was a time-saver.
You look after her while I go and break Crais' neck.
JOHN: D'Argo, you couldn't
break wind right now.
JOHN: Do sebaceans have a word
JOHN: You want to have a mid-life
crisis? Fine, just ditch the firm, head off to Maui, shack up
with the supermodel, but you do not get to keep the Porsche!
RYGEL: May your afterlife be
almost as pleasant as mine.
D'ARGO: Besides, if I die,
you can eat me.
AERYN: You don't look ripe
CRAIS: You hunt me down? That
would complete the symmetry nicely, wouldn't it?