Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes.
Turn us around, Pilot, immediately.
Doing everything I can...
Crichton is such a frelling fool!
I'm sorry. You're sayin' I should get married?
to remember me by.
When's the last time you saw a Scarran on a diplomatic mission?
why are we still moving away from the Royal planet?
- Good. - Good.
God.
Goddess help us.
Humans...
Did you know about the statue, when you were convincing me to marry the princess?
I like it?
As you know, even a minor Starburst invalidates all previous navigation points.
Her...
Sweet!
Were you once a Peacekeeper?
Now, Rygel and I are in agreement about this, so listen up!
- You're a polygamist. - John.
By marrying a spy to your sister, they gain the advantage with your dynasty.
He scares me Aeryn and I can't shake him.
I hate to say you wasted your time Scorpy, but you have.
You see that one over there?
I understand!
Is it?
You're always right.
Personal indulgences can fracture a small crew.
To be Empress.
Thank you!
Hi!
If we wanted to jump to conclusions...
Go away Scorpy.
Yes.
On you?
I got shot through a wormhole...
That's all.
When I get back... .
Go ahead.
That's uh, sweet.
G- good time, sorry, uh, wrong time!
Love? Love! R- rygel there is no love!
Besides killing Peacekeepers, I mean.
Her chemical compatibility is irrevocably altered.
Never. It's cool. I'm happy for you.
It's you that I find pleasing!
except...
The longer Crichton plays the part he's been assigned...
It's sweet, it's kinda like molasses.
Yes, spook. Spooky. That's a good name for him, he has that effect.
There's too much pressure.
Yet, he may be able to overcome it.
To see if you'd notice.
So uh... .
There's always one... .