Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You are selfish.

Which ones in particular don't you like?

Fix the module.

If they hadn't, I'd, uh... well, I...

Well, no matter to the cost to the rest of us.

Pleasure doing business with you.

You understand me?

(questioning grunt)

I got to get back up there. I'm collecting data.

The frell with Crichton's precious module.

'Cause I might be willing to cut you in.

is a Luxan male named Ka D'Argo.

I'll be waiting for you at the end of that wormhole.

Human speak, I believe, for someone irritating, stubborn, obnoxious.

Another bounty hunter showed up.

Stay with the module.

You said you talked to somebody who's some kind of m-mechanic?

(high-pitched beeps)

How much longer is this going to take?

You didn't have to. You're a female.

We said that we'd leave this miserable planet as soon as Moya was ready.

No chance. This is the second time you've offered to buy it.

We can be allies.

You should be dancing in the streets.

Just wondering...

Crichton: It doesn't matter what you do to a Luxan.

Transmitting coordinates.

I'll let you know.

Oh, it's blurry, but it's definitely better.

Because it was nice, just for a moment, to believe it was genuine.

There are plenty of things I want at the moment.

Yes, of course.

Whoever he was, he's dead now.

is a radiation-induced brain fever to bring on the living death.

Let's light a fire under Furlow so we can ditch these dogs