- Aeryn Sun: No offense, human, but what can I possibly need from you?
- John Crichton: [under his breath] Oh, I don't know. Manners? Personality? Stock Tips?
- Aeryn Sun: I'm sure your world has no force so ruthless, so disciplined.
- John Crichton: Oh, we call 'em linebackers, or serial killers. Depends on whether they're professional or amateur.
- General Ka D'Argo: We will cut off the tip of our small finger for identification.
- John Crichton: [picks up spray paint] How 'bout something a little less permanent?
- [talking about a very slow ship]
- John Crichton: Hetch 7? Thing's a Hyundai. Why don't we stop playing hide-and-seek and just smoke 'em?