Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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