Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Too busy keeping your deepest family secrets.

We got a problem.

...doing everything I can...

We think this will be their next stop.

Then this female is your mate.

Catch a clue, pal, cause I'm tired of sticking my hand out only to have you snap at it.

without being shaken from one's bed.

Not your female, hmm?

I don't care if you talk to me or not.

D'Argo: Absolutely not.

Alien male: You!

About the bill.

I am Captain Bialar Crais.

Don't tell me, you're not a pleebig ocular physician.

But we are in a hurry and you're obviously the best mechanic on the planet, so...

Proto-wormhole?

Hardly surprising.

Uh, we have a problem.

(beeps and clicks)

Yeah, well, you know soldiers of fortune and all that always...

One of the gifts of the Delvian seek.

Pilot: Solar flares are still making

How soon do you expect them back?

(rumbling overhead)

Sometimes you're a real pain in the ass.

Pilot, you still receiving us?

Look, you're going to have to speed up the repairs.

Don't worry. It's... it's only temporary, probably.

We're never going to be friends.

(Rorf and Rorg cackling)

If we don't get away from it it's going to tear us apart.