Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ivan, the carriage is moving.
Be warned.
I am, however, what I have always been and that is superior.
Trust them... trust them...
This is great.
Whoa!
He caused it himself.
Worker: Tanga...
Yes, I know. And we're all grateful that you did the Madame Curie thing, but...
Look, not until you tell me what's going on.
(muffled voices continue)
I am Volmae.
-Enough, all right? -Where's Zhaan?
(chuckles)
Tanga, it's your father.
I order you to bring them here.
The fields were lush with coldivara blenirian grain.
What?
Only two?
"Complicated."
I need your help.
What?
You hide very well. You must have had a lot of practice.
(Pilot clearing throat)
We do not want to harm you.
It was me.
Madame Curie. She's a scientist.
Our numbers are few.
with the right chemicals like it is in Rygel's stomach...
It's her orders.
I get hugged to death?
You stuck some kind of worm thing in me.
Aeryn (on comms): Crichton.
I know, but you may need it again soon, so come on.
D'argo tells us it is a...
(music stops)
It feels so good.
Is this the way you honestly want to spend the rest of your days?
Zhaan: What is it? You can tell us.
Kill anyone?
About your ship.
D'argo...
I, too, have difficulty with complex sciences.
Look, she's with D'argo, okay?
you got to help me here. Okay?
Mmm... So don't forget that this Peacekeeper just saved your life.
I can't anymore, Tanga.
They never heard of the last call.
This is my home now, John.