Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't think so.
Yeah, I'm going, Pilot.
Right.
I don't know.
Hmm.
I know everyone!
Rain.
Abril 3, 1999
Pilot: 39% stability.
You've got to find someplace that's safe.
Chiana: What is that?
Who are you?
We continue searching for a home.
Why?
I vowed I would never be taken prisoner again.
(thunder continues)
Back off.
But you commandeered a jet and you came anyway.
I think you should see this.
I know all you guys, don't I?
Those two women to our right?
Yes, sir.
I told them I'd take care of them.
I woke you up at four o'clock in the morning.
Man: Let's go again.
They didn't kill you.
Yeah, it's always the same here, Dad. Nice and quiet.
I, ah, hope you get your chance one day.
You're wrong.
We needed a human reaction, John.
I like it.
Where's D'Argo?
We had to find out whether humans would welcome us or fight us.
Everything.
I didn't land.
Show me what you really look like.
Jack: Believe I will.
[Thunder continues crashing]
Are they here to attack us?
Please.
You were naive to think you could protect them from people like Wilson.
I know you, don't I?
Look Chiana, when we agreed to let you stay on Moya...
Ray Wilson's been put in charge by the Pentagon.
If you don't do this now, you will regret it forever.
It's like Fellip nectar.
-And if you leave it out again, I'll take it again! -you promised to adapt to our ways.
No!
So will I.