John Crichton: Have we sent the "Don't shoot, we're pathetic" transmission yet?
Crichton: Welcome to the Federation Starship SS Buttcrack.
John Crichton: You fart HELIUM?
Aeryn Sun: This is a bad combination: Zhaan distracted, Crichton confused.
D'Argo: Crichton is always confused.
Captain Biallar Crais: You have no idea where we're
going. We could be going around in circles.
John Crichton: We're not going in circles, nimrod, 'cause
we've never been here before. We're completely lost.
John Crichton: Don't move or I'll fill you full
of... little yellow bolts of light.
John Crichton: That's your plan? Wile E. Coyote would come up
with a better plan than that.
Gilina: I can't believe you're not Sebacean.
Human. It's kinda like Sebacean, but we haven't conquered other worlds yet, so we just kick the crap out of each other.
Crichton: I hate it when villains quote Shakespeare.
John Crichton: Does this strike any
of you superior beings as a little bit ironic?
John Crichton: I'm the
deficient one, and I'm still saving your butts.
Chiana: What if the creature's waiting?
Crichton: Then piss it off.
John Crichton: Pretend it's me.
John Crichton: How do you say 'we're screwed' in your native tongue?
XVI: I hate Star-burst!
John Crichton: If he masters wormhole technology, what will he use
Scorpius: Faster delivery of pizzas.
Dominar Rygel XVI: Bitchin'.
Crichton: Oh, great. So he's like one of those mechanics on 60 Minutes who says he's gonna help and then he screws
John Crichton: Alright, we don't understand the R2D2 crap. We're going to use the Star Trek system.
One blink for yes, two blinks for no.
John Crichton: Flying through wormholes ain't like dusting
crops, farmboy. It takes a little finesse.