Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is the first time,
Mmmm....
It's not always your fault. Just almost always your fault.
He's mad, just kill him.
You share with me?
Something clearly is troubling you, John.
Well, let's see.
Oh, as do I, my friend. As do I.
how do we help them?
Look, this is hardly the time for human nonsense, Crichton.
Oh, it's perfectly understandable.
Now I'm lost in some distant part of the universe on a ship.
Ouch.
Man: A-lu-e-masata!
Uh-uh-oh-uh-ah...
What's that?
Gracious grondeer, I've always told you the truth.
I'll continue my journey.
My name is John Crichton, an astronaut...
they were abandoned.
Man: It is him!
(yelling)
They aren't preparing for the return of a worldly king.
(grunts)
Crichton, I don't understand what you're talking about.
I... ohh!
Huh?
No. Cease.
That's the highest sacrilege.
Oh well, that rules out the three we're looking for.
From what? There should be some sort of thermal register
Is that what you really think happened?
See this orange marks here.
Rygel: You may go.
(chortling)
D'argo!
(sighs)
All of us.
Seize that!
Rokon: That's when he came flying in, swinging his powerful blade.
to elevate themselves.
I can't!
Rygel: No!
Yeah, you just might.
Fruit, shakland jerky, oh, ohh!