Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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