Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I let him go.
Sphere.
Well, for what it's worth...
Two?
We should be heading for a transport, not frelling about with a defense screen, hoping it will do something!
Look,
I always thought I was a good guy, Chiana.
My fate.
a living ship full of strange alien life- forms...
Can we re- route through the neural cluster?
the John Crichton you know will reach the same conclusion.
Your time.
Dammit Chiana, that is not fair!
The defense screen!
I could probably use some extra clothes?
I'm just going on a gut instinct.
Oh, I know as much as you do.
Translating to alien brainwave pattern.
They're different readings than before.
I understand why you're doing this, but... .
Let'em go through the porthole.
Besides, I do not think it will go voluntarily.
Tell them to use the defense screen, it's all we've got.
Zhaan, blue.
Is anyone with me on this?
Shift'em down! Shift'em down!
And you blew it.
It appears as though our options on how to resolve this have become limited.
Come on, Johnny. Don't tell me you didn't think that.
It's me,
John!
D'argo, maintenance bay.
normally perceive myself. There are some...
Sounds like he knew what you were thinking.
How?
Know anything about this?
I perceive myself as having lead your life.
Zhaan.
Remaining power cell down to fifteen percent!
And one of everyone else on board.
Zhaan,
I'm me.
No, no, I'm okay, I just need a gun.
Are you gonna blame that on feeling cold?
That's very funny Rygel.
I love this.
Aren't you special?
He was right.
Hey, why me?
To avoid any further damage,
Right, I better go help him.
Me.
We really should be paying more attention to this defense shield.
Who are you, and what do you want?
We return the most expendable one of us.
You're just going to give up?
Pilot, you there?
But we just bought ourselves a couple of arns, and we're gonna use... it
It would make sense.
if you have to get rid of one of the Crichtons,
I understand.
We're getting way ahead of ourselves, guys. Way...
radiation wave hit me...