Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's why you can't sleep nights.
He was told to abort a dozen times.
Ooo, no time for beer!
You are.
You know that guy?
I crashed? I don't remember...crashing.
....there's a um.... m...
Damn.
That's my name. Don't wear it out.
You're such a smart boy.
the Scarran is elsewhere, preparing another onslaught.
Man, these guys are good.
My name is John Crichton...
I'll find new places to take your temperature.
Stay with me, this time.
You're a Delvian.
Captain Bialar Crais?
Look, somebody is gas lighting me!
Illegal possession of a fire arm.
Crichton! Crichtooooooo-!
Where am I?
there.
I am so there!
Keeping you safe.
Do you good to move the muscles.
Oh my God.
You think if I knew how I did it I would help you?!
Is that why you can't talk?
...my initial mission.
John, we haven't got much time.
She treated you after your crash.
Listen, tough guy or not,
Yeah, not soon enough! He blacked out.
Interesting euphemism
That astronaut.
Then I'm afraid you're mistaken.
I'm afraid.
The Farscape project's circling the drain.
But to whaaaaaat?!
Ooo, missed it there. How you goin'?
Let go! Don't touch me!
Tryin' to see which way I'll move next.
Few too many, huh?
A ship full of aliens becomes so normal.
Yeah. Occums Razor.
How you feelin'?
Sc...
Leave... me!
So you got a clean psyche report.
Ho, hey, fellas, meet the new boss!
Out in the lounge, I think.
You're sweating, John.
There was no pilot error.
...now.
Can you tell us why?
Hey DK, how you doin'?!
And do not confide in anyone else you may encounter.
Yeah.
Get lost!
Be with me when I go.
Sorry.
Kelvo ten.
Crichton!
Assault on a police officer!
Your true memories of Earth,
I need to talk to.
It's probably Scorpius. G-gotta...gotta...gotta be Scorpius.
Admit it,
D. Logan.
The Scarrans aren't trying to fool you, John.