Farscape

Crichton: There's life out here, Dad. Weird, amazing, psychotic life. And death. In Technicolor. Hey, Dad, you know those rattlers in the stomach we talked about? Well, I've got them now. Crichton: Boy, was Spielberg ever wrong. Close Encounters my ass. Rygel: I'm Rygel the Sixteenth, dominar to over six hundred billion people. I don't need to talk to you. Aeryn: He claims to be a human from a planet called Erp. Jack Crichton: [before John's launch] Son, I can't help being who I am. Who I was. John Crichton: It's not who you are, Dad: I love who you are. It's being son of who you are. [nervous chuckle] Look, I... can't be your kind of hero. Jack Crichton: No, you can't be. But each man gets a chance to be his own kind of hero. Your time will come, and when it does, watch out. Chances are it'll be the last thing you ever expected. Press representative: [explaining theory behind Farscape One project] Ladies and gentlemen of the press, at 26:14 on the flight clock, we begin the major expe

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Crichton: It’s just like a VCR, except easier. Crichton: We can stick our heads between our legs and kiss our asses goodbye. It’s a saying. Crichton: The sound is doing something to my eye. Feels like it’s melting my brain. It couldn’t actually be doing something to my brain, could it? Rygel: [I'm] aquatic. That's water, not mud. Mud is mud. You can't breathe in it, you can't move in it. It holds you, it grabs you, it sucks you down. You want to know about mud? I know about mud! Crichton: The guy knows mud. Crichton: [stepping out onto the planet for the first time] Kinda like Louisiana. Or Dagobah. Crichton: Dagobah. Where Yoda lives. Crichton: Look, I understand what a phenomenal moment this is for you. Lyneea: Do you? Can you? I mean, to you space-travel is commonplace. But to us, here, I mean in one flash.... Crichton: ....you learn that you're not alone in the universe. That interstellar space travel is possible, that a zillion of your empirical facts about science and religion ar

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Rygel: Mother always said I was the best looking. That's why she had my older brothers banished. She said my face belonged on the Imperial seal. Aeryn: No offense, human, but what could I possibly need from you? Crichton: Manners, personality, stock tips. Aeryn: [about Peacekeeper commandos] I'm sure your world has no force so ruthless, so disciplined. Crichton: Oh, we call them linebackers. Or serial killers, depends on if they're... professional or amateur. D'Argo: [to differentiate themselves from their clones] We will cut off the tip of our small finger for identification. Crichton: [with can of spray paint] How about something a little less permanent?

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Rygel: If you must address me, do so as Your Supreme Eminence. Which you should be doing anyway. Zhaan: Soft, yes. Weak, no. Crichton: Stimulant? That’s a little more than cappuccino, pal. Our friend just tried to kill us! Crichton: That’s your plan? Wile E. Coyote would come up with a better plan than that! Crichton: Next time you hit me, make sure I don’t wake up. Crichton: When this is over, you and I are going to have a serious talk.

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Aeryn: When this is over, you and I will probably be dead. Zhaan: Am I the only species in creation that doesn't thrive on conflict?

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Open your ears, or your tentacles, or whatever orifice it is you listen with! Ask me later. Just ask me later when I’ve got more time. Of course I could be dead three or four times by the time you ask.

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