You just know this is going
to be complicated!
JOHN: Have we sent the "don't
shoot us, we're pathetic" transmission yet?
RYGEL(JOHN): By the Hynerian
Gods! I'm not me!
RYGEL(JOHN): I'm asleep, and
I'm dreaming, I'll wake up in my royal bed chamber surrounded
by my concubines, and everything will be fine.
JOHN(AERYN): It's the Three
Freaking Stooges. I'm hitting myself!
JOHN(AERYN): Pull it out. Point
it like a gun...and shoot.
RYGEL(JOHN): And my own body
shouldn't be suspicious of me, so rack off!
JOHN(AERYN): Oh, come on, man!
They're here! They're right here! They've been here for a couple
of arns, and I just had to...
AERYN(RYGEL): You are mentally
JOHN(AERYN): No, I'm a guy.
A guy. Guys dream about this sort of thing.
AERYN(RYGEL)l: I'll tell you
one thing, Crichton, if I find you've been dreaming anything
else to my body, I'll break your legs. Even if they are mine.
JOHN(AERYN): Oh, shut up, Chiana. God knows what you've been
doing in that body.
JOHN(RYGEL): Look, except for
me being stuck in this disgusting, smelly, ugly-
RYGEL(AERYN): My body's royal,
AERYN: It's okay. It's okay,
you know? You were in my shoes, I was in your pants.