- Aeryn Sun: This is my turn. My plan. Now let's go.
- John Crichton: No! Absolutely not. There are other things that we can do. We can try negotiating with the Tavloids, we can...
- [Aeryn knocks him out]
- Aeryn Sun: Tav'leks.
- Aeryn Sun: Imagine, somewhere out there there's a whole world full of Crichtons. How useless that must be.
- [Aeryn and D'Argo have just tried to kill each other]
- John Crichton: If the gauntlet brings out the real you... both of you: Think long and hard about therapy.
- John Crichton: This is not over with. And when it is, you and I are gonna sit down and have a serious talk.
- Aeryn Sun: Sure. When this is over, you and I will probably be dead.
- John Crichton: [Rygel has taken a control crystal] His scepter. The little hairball took it to decorate his scepter.
- Aeryn Sun: I'm gonna kill him.
- John Crichton: [to pilot] Well how long can Moya maintain orbit without the crystal?
- Pilot: Her orbit's deteriorating even now.
- Aeryn Sun: I'll torture him, then I'll kill him.
- John Crichton: You shanghai my ass down here, now you want me to lead? Give me one good reason.
- Aeryn Sun: Lots of reasons. Land mines, fire snakes, razor grass, night vision snipers, Morlian death spiders...
- Aeryn Sun: Enjoying yourself?
- John Crichton: Oh, yeah. Marching through a smelly, bug-infested jungle. If this is your idea of a good time, I bet you don't get a lot of second dates.
- Aeryn Sun: What happened? Wait, where's the rifle?
- John Crichton: It's all over the place. Am I bleeding?
- Aeryn Sun: You blew up the rifle?
- John Crichton: It's not like I meant to. The damn thing malfunctioned or something.
- John Crichton: Rygel is an obnoxious gas bag and who's going to shell out for that?
- Dominar Rygel XVI: He's right! I'm unloved, unwanted, unpopular...
- [Bekesh kicks Rygel's sack]
- Dominar Rygel XVI: Unconscious.
- Aeryn Sun: Who are you to order me around?
- John Crichton: Order? I was offering a suggestion.
- Aeryn Sun: Well, who are you to offer suggestions?
- John Crichton: Pilot, get a tractor beam on that shuttle.
- Pilot: Tractor beam? What's that?
- John Crichton: Graviton field, attracto ray, superglue. Whatever it is you yanked me aboard with.
- Pilot: You mean the docking web.
- [Crichton has just shot down Bekhesh's guards]
- Bekhesh: You didn't kill them.
- John Crichton: Guess I'm not that kind of a guy.