John Crichton: Wormhole weapons do not make peace. Wormhole weapons don't even make war. They make total destruction. Annihilation. Armageddon. People make peace.
Scorpius: Crichton, you possess it, don't you?
John Crichton: Don't touch me.
Scorpius: The secret to victory, the violent path to peace.
John Crichton: All right, be careful.
Aeryn Sun: I'm pregnant, not incapacitated, John.
John Crichton: The baby is breach.
Chiana: I can't birth her narl. I don't want a narl. I hate narls. I'm still a narl myself.
John Crichton: You helped Moya give birth.
Chiana: I blew out a wall and three tiers.
Aeryn Sun: I concur.
John Crichton: The baby's head is up. It has to be down. Don't make any structural changes.
Jothee: Stark is now our number one priority.
Rygel XVI: Stark? How's that for an inversion of normalcy?
John Crichton: You're the closest friend I have.
Ka D'Argo: You could have done better.
John Crichton: Not in the entire universe.
Stark: I'll take your pain.
Ka D'Argo: No, pain is good. Means I'm alive.
Stark: Then let me help you to the other side.
Ka D'Argo: Frell, Stark. This is the other side. I was hoping to go back.
Scorpius: This is insane, Crichton.
John Crichton: Four years on and your finally gettin' that?
John Crichton: A monumental black hole. A swirling headstone marking the spot where we used to live and play and slaughter the innocent.
