Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're never going to be friends.

...doing everything I can...

Not your female, hmm?

Don't worry. It's... it's only temporary, probably.

Proto-wormhole?

We got a problem.

Too busy keeping your deepest family secrets.

Uh, we have a problem.

Pilot, you still receiving us?

(Rorf and Rorg cackling)

One of the gifts of the Delvian seek.

Sometimes you're a real pain in the ass.

I am Captain Bialar Crais.

Yeah, well, you know soldiers of fortune and all that always...

We think this will be their next stop.

Then this female is your mate.

D'Argo: Absolutely not.

Alien male: You!

Pilot: Solar flares are still making

If we don't get away from it it's going to tear us apart.

Don't tell me, you're not a pleebig ocular physician.

But we are in a hurry and you're obviously the best mechanic on the planet, so...

How soon do you expect them back?

I don't care if you talk to me or not.

Look, you're going to have to speed up the repairs.

About the bill.

(rumbling overhead)

Catch a clue, pal, cause I'm tired of sticking my hand out only to have you snap at it.

(beeps and clicks)

Hardly surprising.

without being shaken from one's bed.