Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm... vectoring.

Zhaan: Fresh air.

Now I'm lost in some distant part of the universe on a ship,

You have nothing similar in your culture?

I'm down to emergency lighting in this section.

What can we be expecting?

Whatever's affecting Moya is bugging Pilot, too.

Aeryn, whatever you're doing, just keep doing it.

or creating an inhospitable breeding ground.

Good, good. It's working.

You love what you enslave.

Crichton: He was in space for half an hour and there's no way that he's still...

(more beeping squeals)

Well, you guys don't have chocolate.

Aeryn and I were just ambushed by a couple of DRDs.

We're up in the mountains, and the air is very thin.

Pilot: Can you confirm?

Her memory burns in my very soul.

Except maybe the horse and rider.

You got to stop cutting!

So, it's mountains now.

Zhaan: You can't go much further, John.

Peacekeeper shield in a shaft we have to locate.

Aeryn, shut down the DRDs.

They're entirely mechanical.

Ha! A few resources?

(warbling buzz)

You and I, we may have one other chance.

Holding back wha...?