Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well akuna matata, masata.
Another power loss.
We'll be no help to anyone if they fry us too.
(drumming and chanting)
Our people will not stand for it.
D'argo!
You try the limits of your rank, Neera.
Lishala...
Mmmm? Yeah?
Rokon, you and Lishala,
"Oh, John, you're fed up.
D'argo!
If he is the real masata,
I...
You see? Not a bad place to sit.
You see? This stranger, this Crichton, infects us like a parasite.
Ah! Good.
Crichton, help me!
Gotta go.
(gasping): Whaa...
Excuse me, Your Eminence.
Lishala.
Prepare for immediate starburst.
where I've found peace.
It is obvious Lishala feels culleh for the stranger.
Rokon.
It's from Moya. Thermal storage casing.
What's the deal?
Rokon!
Three distinct life-forms.
Rygel: But that's just a metaphor.
A device which drains all power sources. It keeps your machinery from working.
You know, Pilot said that this blockage was a byproduct of Moya's pregnancy.
Excuse me, Your Eminence.
(all chanting): False god!
I haven't stopped thinking that.
Was it worth the trouble, human?
But by refusing, you dishonor me.
Neera: The sacred Timbala does not command us to wait!
No time.
I will try.
Help me...
Sparky, you're up!
we've prepared you a special gift.
D'Argo, let me go!
Since Moya can't pick up any power signals from the planet
(chuckling): Mmm...
Not without more data.
It was cute, it was vaguely, vaguely amusing the first six billion times.