Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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