Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Request immediate extraction.
My cooling apparatus is just as functional as the day you installed it.
You just called yourself John Crichton. Are you really John anymore?
- 20, 000 is the rate. - I'll pay 18 and not a Kretma more, got it?
I'm gonna go and assess our funds.
Help... Listen please... Is anybody out there who can hear me?
Aeryn...
Frelling krutatah!
What's that coming through? Identify the source of this signal!
We've reached the surgical facility.
Are you serious?
there's nothing he can do.
My position is fixed.
So land your craft now, or I shall be forced to demonstrate that skill.
This... section?
I don't wanna live on a farm. I've been a slave...
How's the ride back there? A little bumpy?
Aeryn, listen to me. This is John.
Now works for me. So, if you haven't chosen a bauble yet...
I still don't trust him here.
He's splendidly consciencious.
Aeryn, did I say or do anything to piss you off?
He always thinks I undercharge.
His body shelters some horrific evil!
in the mirror?
Well, we'll just keep Crichton restrained until you're ready.
If she is to join us,
Keep... this?
Oh, and Crais...
It's all right D'Argo. The descent brakes auto- ignited.
you no longer serve a purpose.
No, not him. His sleazy confederate...
He'll make up a mixture. It'll be absorbed through these scarred areas.
Is that possible? We're somewhere near Earth?
You're gonna tell me my health plan doesn't cover this, right?
The reverse is more likely.
It's not impossible. That's three very small stones.
- Alright, Rygel. I'll take care of it. - Well, he just tried to force,
Darling. Uncontested.
- Aeryn. You have to get out of the damn chair! - I don't have any choice!
Great.
Accomplished...
- Is there any permanent damage? - Just their pride.
- That's it, D'Argo. - I can't feel my tongue.
Yes, I am.
Like a popsicle.
I am under attack! I repeat! I am under attack!
Aeryn! Can you comply?
Sorry, Chiana,...
"I was hoping you would consent to be my wife."
No. There's no one here, John. You made yourself bleed!
Remove... chip...
Scorpius put that frelling chip in your brain.
Not much worth remembering.