Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Huh? No, it wasn't me.
Unless, of course, there's, uh...
now.
Must be hard for someone as invulnerable as you
No. Actually, I was looking for D'Argo.
Furlow!
You can't look after yourself, not right now.
I can start from scratch.
How's the vision?
Of course.
I'll download you a copy of the data as soon as I get back aboard the ship.
That's far from a recommendation.
Sure. 60% chance of recovery.
What's the deal?
Glad I could be of some help.
I showed no sign of submission.
Did you come here just to irritate me?
No. He isn't.
Crichton!
Cover me.
She, uh, caught a solar flare in the face as she was taking him out.
I'm not wearing a scrap.
We have no interest in fugitives.
Yes, please go.
A new scent.
You're making him bleed!
He went to retrieve Crichton and Aeryn.
(snarling)
Stop!
If you keep moving out of the planet's shadow we'll lose contact entirely.
to have to rely on the kindness of strangers.
We like spilled blood.
Almost like it'd been close to a proto-wormhole.
Read my lips: we just started a wormhole.
Perhaps the fugitives have offered you more than the bounty
Yeah. Butch Crichton.
They're trying to outmaneuver us.
For now, hmm?
Guess what just happened?
Probably?
Crais: Your personal encoding sequence is accepted.
Crais: Attention!
Me, too, until I picked up bursts of unusual gravity waves
Crichton, are you listening?
Then prove it.
D'Argo's just going to have to wait.
There's probably half a dozen bounty hunters on the way here right now.
Hmm?
They probably aren't even on the planet.