Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've changed.
I leave you to your shipmates, John.
Me! Me! Me! Me!
More drink!
Or...
I think he's gonna come out of it on his own.
What, he looks normal to you?
I died.
You wanna hear it?
That's interesting.
Scorpius.
- and shut down the whole Farscape project!
you're that John Crichton guy, aren't you?
They're fine.
You made me loose my job, you dumped me for your new pals!
I wish I could help you, Mister Crichton.
Increasing stimuli to...Kelvo nine.
You wanna hear it?
Who the hell are you talking to?
Corn beef on white for me.
Five counts of attempted murder.
Still disoriented?
Today is Monday.
Yeah.
The heat...
It's ain't real.
Thank god you're okay!
to divert the Scarran.
What the hell was that about? Are you tryin' to sink the Farscape project?
Oh, I'm about as...
And give up the uniform?
...has tentacles.
You're Harvey.
Even your enemies.
I can teach you left handed Latvian Rotator Torture.
I'm gonna get you off the streets, Mister.
right now your future's in his hands.
We get your sorry project right on the second attempt.
Been having hot flashes of the bastard ever since he stuck me in the Aurora chair.
Oh come on, Papa Bear, look at what depths your son has driven us to!
Cool name.
A simple fail-safe.
You called me Aeryn.
And my enemies haven't revealed themselves yet.
Don't you think a crash like that woulda killed us?
You were so innocent.