Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

D'Argo's awake.
Aeryn has spotted Marauders
Yes, sir.
Your progress report was overdue. I concluded you were incapacitated
No D'Argo, no Aeryn, no Crichton.
until they are too far from the asteroid field to hide again.
Perfectly.
It's indescribable.
Hey, Blue.
the gunship's ability to starburst
This one will not.
But we are alike now.
Get used to the idea.
Tell me you approve of that.
Prowler to Talyn.
and in the next level of existence,
To travel deeper into the Uncharted Territories.
Charging all frag cannons.
This is odd.
Building her trust is time- consuming
Orphaned from all we ever knew.
She finally managed to scoop us up. Brought us here. Some...
He's in the asteroid field, apparently in great pain.
We can't ditch. We gotta stick.
When the Prowler's fuel runs out, we starve.
Either they have no plan whatsoever,
D'Argo. He can help them.
You what?
Even I'm pleased to see you.
What, you... you can't eat?
Yeah, that's okay.
Damnit! What the hell's he doing?
Here ends my report,
Oh, you tell me.
My patience is formidable, Crais.
Done.
Oh, really? Well, then don't give me any dren about how much you love me.
You sure as hell were. Days. I don't know how many. I kinda lost track of time.
Yes, John.
Talyn,
So you'll do it?
Spare me your disapproval.
- It might facilitate matters if you explain to him... - No.
Oh, they say they'll call home, Pilot, once a week.
A direct interface with Talyn.
I'm going to hunt you down.
Paper wraps rocks.
Then we must cherish it while we have it.
I'm here.
We must cherish each other.