Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Pilot, I've landed near the city.

Primitive alloys, no hetch drive...

Any sign of submission and you're lunch.

We're going to need that module, soon!

think maybe you can help us out?

You look so much like a Peacekeeper I often forget.

You know, a good-looking guy like you

Aah! Help! Help!

You can die right now or you can hold on as long as you can.

What would you have done then?

Pilot, re-establish contact.

Crichton: Bonehead.

Outside the city.

Of course, I've never seen a spaceship like this before.

Crichton: Um...

No, we're just curious about this beacon here.

A mad Delvian exhibitionist is-is forcing herself on me, visually!

I suspected as much.

Damn you anyway.

Who's calling the shots here, Pluto?

You certainly seem familiar with them.

Aeryn: Crichton, look at it. It isn't stable.

My name is John Crichton, an astronaut...

Well, compared to the Vorcarion, you're neither the biggest nor the baddest.

Zhaan: Oh... let us never leave this place.

It was a hunch.

It's a long shot, but sometimes long shots pay off, Aeryn.

It won't hurt us to try.

John, can you hear us?

I ever come after you with a weapon?

(both snarling)

Oh, Zhaan, are you fully clothed?

I better run a, um... preflight check.

I'm going down to that planet and drag them both back here myself.

You listen to me.

You have committed numerous acts of treason.

No wonder you want to kill me.

He's passed out.

...a radiation wave hit and I got shot through a wormhole...

He can lead us to the Hynerian and the Delvian.

(snarling growl)

So we can be buried together.

Hey! Get the frell away from that!

(grunts in anger)