Into the Lion's Den: Lambs to the Slaughter

Crichton, "Aeryn, turn the pod around. Let's take these two back."

Scorpius, "So tell me John, what finally brought you here? Dominar Rygel claimed you preferred the Peacekeepers to the Scarrans. Any other reasons?"
Crichton, "Moya, Pilot, Aeryn, D'Argo...they've been through hell, in large part due to me. It's time I did something for them."

Crichton, "Screw you and your impatience, Scorp! I do not eat at the kiddie table! Now you either give me the big toys or you send me home."

Crichton, "I'm starting to look at Plan C."
Aeryn, "Which is?"
Crichton, "Forget the whole thing and run like hell before they kill us."

Jool, "We gonna die here?"
D'Argo, "What do you mean? In this room or in a Command Carrier?"

Harvey, "We may yet survive this, John! HORAH!"

Crichton, "Two points, Commandant. One: your boy here has made a lot of promises which you should keep because Two: when my friends are threatened I am infamous for making really stupid moves. Yes?"
Aeryn, "Uh-huh."

Crichton, "Damn, I gotta stop pointing guns at people."

Crichton, "Why're you bitching at me like we're married Scorpy-Sue?"

Crichton, "I'm here on a big, stinkin' Command Carrier, Dick Tracy's freakin' neural bracelet linking me to Bram Stokers nightmare! What more do you want from me?"