"His name is T'raltixx." "And you brought him on board?" "He said he could adjust Moya's electromagnetics so that no one would be able to trace us." "Oh, great." "So he's like one of those mechanics on 60 Minutes who says he's gonna help and then he screws us" "Crichton, we have to do something." "Scorpius has left wanted beacons for us all over the commerce planet." "What'd you buy?" "Dried food rectangles." "That's it?" "That's it." "A thousand units of them." "Crackers?" "You just bought crackers?" "Don't start." "I told them to buy something else, and - and they didn't listen to me." "Get out of the way." "This is why we only had time to get crackers." "That's a wanted beacon." "I saw ten of them in the market in the city." "We had to get off the planet and straightaway here in case anyone figured out who we were." "Well, it does make a beautiful souvenir, Aeryn." "I'm trying to find a trace signal to Scorpius' location on it, and that way, we can go the opposite direction." "T'raltixx is ready." "Oh, yes, um..." "Zhaan has decided to test T'raltixx's device on your module." "Wonderful." "Wouldn't want to use your Prowler, would we?" "Well, no thanks to you, the module has Moya modifications on it, so we can monitor and verify the results." "The central device I'll make for Moya will be much larger, yes of course." "But it works on the same principle." "It programs itself on the inverse of the power drive." "I'll need someone to start the module, please." "Yeah, of course you will." "You know, I once bought a set of knives from this guy on TV." "Cat swore to me that-that they could-they could cut through bone, metal, shoes." "Hell, he could cut through my damn car and still dice tomatoes." "You know what?" "He was lying." "Uh, I don't understand." "If you don't wish my-my services..." "Bingo!" "Give brainiac a fluffy dog" "Please, softer." "Your-your voice hurts my ears." "Okay, softer." "I don't want you here, but they do." "So, I'm gonna start my engine." "However, I love my module, so nothing funky better happen to it." "Excuse me." "Be sure to turn the power drive on for just 10 microts." "10 exactly." "More than that and the central device will overheat and explode." "Just gets better and better all the time, doesn't it, guys?" "1... 5... 6... 7... 8... 10." "Oh, by the goddess, it worked." "See?" "Nothing happened." "What?" "What are you all looking at?" "No, I don't like it either, but he did it." "The module disappeared." "I disappeared." "How is your module?" "Checked out fine." "I checked out fine." "While vaguely concerned about you," "I am much more interested in how this will affect Moya." "Look, T'raltixx's device may be the only way past the bounty hunters that Scorpius is gonna to send after us." "That may be, but I don't think it's wise to go to the transformation yards on this planet." "He says he can't build the device out here: it's too big." "Do you trust him?" "Have you seen him?" "He's blind." "He's got a big head, but he's blind." "Barring the Yoda factor, if he gives us any trouble we lock him up." "But do you trust him?" "Hell no, I don't trust him." "Do I look stupid to you?" "No, please." "Don't answer that question." "Pilot, you do the long-range scan on the planet." "We send Aeryn out in the Prowler to check it out." "We're going to play this thing safe." "I think it's worth the risk." "Changing course now." "My planet is one solar day's travel beyond the five pulsars." "They're beautiful." "Yes." " But I should warn you..." "Oh, here it comes..." "It's... don't worry, it's nothing, really." "But as we travel through the pulsar light, occasionally it affects lesser species." "Well, define 'lesser species'." "Oh, genetic laborers, ungifted menials." "It's rare that it would disturb beings of your sentient stature." "What exactly does this light do to these lesser species?" "Slight impairment of judgement." "Some wooziness, perhaps." "That's it?" "That's it." "The effects are minor and temporary." "Anybody feel anything?" "Nope." "No." "I do." "Oh, I feel good." "The light." "Oh, great." "Two fingers." "Thought you were blind." "I am, but my other faculties have compensated." "Uh, I developed an internal radar of sorts." "I may never be able to read a database, but I can sense motion and avoid most DRDs" "Hang on a second." "Pip, whatcha doing?" "Oh, I'm having sex with three Hynerian donkeys." "What does it look like?" "How come you weren't up in Command?" "Didn't you want to see the pulsar lights?" "I've seen everything the universe has, Crichton." "Don't worry." "I was listening." "The light won't affect me." "Are you saving some?" "What?" "Crackers." "What you're stuffing in your face." "Are you saving some for the rest of us?" "Oh, well there's plenty more." "Right." "What was all that about?" "He thinks I'm stealing food." "He thinks I'm taking more than my share." "Are you?" "No." "Look." "We gotta talk." "What was wrong with that one?" "Uh, too noisy, and my ears detect sounds well above your range." "Is there anything further from the engine core?" "Fine, I'll take you down another tier." "What are you doing?" "Finding T'raltixx a place to bunk." "But he's not coming in here." "He wouldn't want to go in there, cranky." "All his senses are heightened, including his nose." "You might kill him without intending to." "Oh, but, you know, you might want to get back to the center chamber" "Why?" "No reason." "Just, uh..." "Chiana's eating all the food." "That guy eats and craps his body weight twice a day." "I see." "Hmm." "Yes." "Reward for the capture of John Crichton." "Reward for the capture of John Cri..." "What have you done?" "I haven't done anything." "There's obviously a burn glitch in the transmission and I'm just trying to see if there's anymore data on it." "Like what?" "Like, uh, I don't know, like why don't you leave me alone and go and sit in the sun?" "You wouldn't tell me, would you?" "Tell you what?" "If there was another message on there... say, a personal message from Scorpius offering you a pardon for turning us in?" "Do you have to be so frelling annoying?" "I'm trying to work, here." "Zhaan, where are you?" "I'm up in the maintenance bay, John, about to have a fight with Aeryn." "Don't do that." "Remember what T'raltixx said about the pulsar light?" "That's right." "He said that it - it affected lesser species." "That might explain her behavior." "Then get down here." "It's your turn to babysit T'raltixx." "You brought his fuzzy ass on board and he's driving me nuts." "Are you sure you're all right, John?" "I'm fine." "Just get your big, blue butt down here." "What are you doing?" "Hmm?" "Nothing, I-I'm just..." "WHAT are you doing?" "Crichton-Crichton said Chiana was stealing food!" "Oh, so you decided to get here first?" "The little malik will eat anything that's not maggot-covered!" "Obviously so would you." "Chiana told me that you would start to rob from us." "But I'm not." "It's that bitch... it's Chiana!" "She's not the one eating here!" "But if you want your crackers so badly," "I'll give your eminence crackers." "you wanted crackers?" "We've got plenty." "You see?" "Now eat." "You've got three stomachs." "One of them must be empty." "Eat them!" "No... no..." "Pilot?" "Yes?" "." "I think there's something wrong with Zhaan." "She seems to be in some kind of trance." "Is she smiling?" "Yes, I think so." "She's probably just enjoying the pulsar light." "She's a plant." "Put her in the light, watch her smile." "May I ask you one more thing?" "Yes?" "Crichton and the rest on Moya, do you like them?" "You know..." "I don't think I do like them." "I thought as much." "Pilot?" "Pilot?" "Where are you?" "We've been comming you for half an arn." "Why didn't you pick up?" "I didn't hear." "There must be something wrong with your signal." "Have you noticed anything different around here, shell-head?" "In case you haven't, let me be the first to inform you that people are starting to act a little strange." "Why don't you run a spectrum analysis to see what's in the light to cause this." "I'll run a scan." "Thank you so much." " Aeryn, just give me a look." " Will you stop it?" "What are you hiding?" "C'mon!" "Let me see it." "If there's nothing on there then show me the whole message." "Back off, Chiana." "Oh, sister." "I'm think maybe you should back off." "Zhaan told us you were..." "What the hell is going on here?" "Nothing." "She won't play me the message." "There's a hidden message on there and she won't show it to me." "She's out of her frelling mind." "There's nothing on there." "Show her the message." "What?" "Show her the message." "If there's nothing secret on the beacon, then show her the message and she can get the hell out of here." "Wait a minute." "Why do you want me to watch it?" "What's on there you want me to see?" "You know what?" "Aeryn's right." "You're freakin' insane." "Thank you." "What's going on in here?" "Go back to your mountain, Grizzly, you're not wanted here." "They're up to something." "They are!" "They're working together." "First of all they don't want me to watch the beacon and now they want me to watch the beacon." "Oh, yeah." "I could give a squirrel's nut what you watch." "Why don't you show her what's on the beacon?" "Get your hands OFF of me!" "Oh, I don't think so!" "Aeryn!" "D'Argo!" "What the hell are we doing?" "Lookit." "We're fighting over lousy crackers and secret messages that don't exist!" "You know, we were never normal, guys." "Someone wanna tell me what's happening?" "Sorry, John." "That's all right, champ." "Just as soon as we get past the pulsars, everything will go back to... normal." "I hope so." "And Chiana... feel free to take a look or not to take a look." "I-I really don't care." "Yeah." "That's right." "I-I'll-I'll do what I wanna do." "Great." "Okay." "You know, I was only trying to BE POLITE!" "You all right?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Oh, yeah." "You're REAL good." "Pilot?" "Pilot!" "Oh, don't make me come up there." "Pilot?" "!" "A little." "You said 'a little'." "You said the pulsars might affect judgment 'a little'." "I'd say that this is a little more than 'a little'." "Well, I'm sorry." "I've never heard of the pulsars affecting sentient beings so drastically." "Uh huh." "And why is it not affecting you?" "I-I-I think it must be my blindness." "No one's sure why, but the light disturbs optic neurons and triggers distrust." "I have no neurons, thus no distrust." "Just enjoy it, John." "Enjoy it." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Have another one, blue girl." "Ionic radiation gives her photogasms." "Unless she's faking it." "I think they can do that, you know." "Hey, Zhaan, you faking it?" "Perhaps we should turn back." "My device is not worth risking any of you." "Shut up." "We are not turning back." "I want Moya to stay right here and go 'round in circles." "There's no point, is there, in turning back?" "We're already halfway through the pulsar field." "So the effects should start diminishing soon." "One would hope so." "They'd better." "Rygel, I know you're down here." "Let go of me!" "Did D'Argo send you to finish the job?" "Be quiet." "I'm not going to hurt you... yet." "I don't want anybody to hear us, so shut up." "Now, I don't like you, Rygel." "I think you're a coward and a zannet and maybe that's why I can trust you." "You'd be too much of a coward to betray me." "I trust you, too, Aeryn" "Shut up." "Now, I've got a plan and I need somebody to watch my back against the others." "Do you want to volunteer?" "Aeryn's definitely hiding something from me." "There's something else on that beacon." "You think she's trying to contact Scorpius?" "Through the beacon?" "She could be trying to turn us in." "Working with Crichton?" "I'm not sure." "The only way to protect ourselves is to get off this ship." " Chiana, we..." " You deal with it." "Hello, D'Argo." "What do you want, Zhaan?" "More light." "Are you working with Crichton?" "What are you talking about?" "Leave me alone." "She's definitely working with Crichton." "Definitely." "I'm only judging on my experience with you, but I've never seen such a deficient species." "Have you run a scan on the pulsar light yet?" "How do humans make it through a cycle... even half a cycle..." "without killing each other?" "We find it difficult." "Have you run the scan?" "You have no special abilities." "You're not particularly smart, can hardly smell, can barely see, and you're not even vaguely physically or spiritually imposing." "Is there anything you do well?" "Watch football." "Have you run the scan?" "Nobody trusts you, Crichton." "Do you know that?" "Sometimes they pity you because of your incompetence..." "Mama always said... ... you want something done, you DO it yourself." "Don't touch my console!" "Oh, you want to talk about incompetence" " Off you go!" "Away!" " ..." "Moya would dump your ass in a heartbeat" "I warned you." "Pilot," "what the hell's happened to you?" "Nothing's happening to me." "Can you see the light?" "What are you talking about?" "The pulsar light." "Does it physically come in here?" "No, my readings of it are registered on Moya's database." "So you can't actually see the light." "So WHY are you being affected by it?" "I'm not." "Now, get out." "I've been in the light." "Zhaan's been in the light." "But..." "Hey, guys." "I think I'm onto something." "Stay back!" "We're only taking our equal share of food." "I'm just trying to..." "If he comes any closer, shoot him." "Look, don't make me crazy, okay?" "It's hard enough trying to..." "People have been stealing food, so we're only going to take what we..." "I don't care about crackers!" " We do." " We want food" "Is that what this is all about?" "Is that it?" "Okay." "Then where's my ice cream?" "What?" "Where it is my ice cream" "Savage, I know almost every food in the galaxy" "Where's my damn ice cream?" "!" "I have no idea what "eye is green" is." "Is that it, Sparky?" "Gonna take the road well-traveled?" "Gonna play dumb?" "I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!" "Baskin Robbins, Ben and Jerry's, Good Humor." "What's your favorite creamsicle or fudgesicle?" "T'raltixx." "Where are my DRDs?" "There are none up here." "I'm sorry, Pilot." "I should have told you." "I need their help." "For what?" "For the darkness." "It hurts my eyes and makes me blind." "I need to make light, Pilot." "Bright light." "What are you doing in there?" "Don't be alarmed." "I'm just altering Moya's bioluminescence for a few moments." "It won't hurt her." "Trust me." "I don't." "The rest of your crew you trust them?" "What?" "Do you trust them?" "I don't know." "Do you need the rest of them in order to function?" "No." "They get in the way more than help." "I suspected that." "I can help you, Pilot." "If you help me, I think I may have a proposition for that you may find agreeable." "Go on." "Hurry up." "You're not moving fast enough." "So why don't you get off your fat ass and help me?" "Did you kill Zhaan?" "No." "No, she was walking around all zapped out, so I, uh ..." "Now, she was reporting back to you, wasn't she?" "Gilligan and Mary Ann." "Maybe you're Ginger" "I'd have to, uh, see you in a Wonderbra to know." "Where are you guys takin' the Minnow?" "We're just getting off Moya." "In my module?" "I don't think so." "Afraid it needs this to fly." "And I've disabled the hangar doors, so no one is getting off the boat" "He didn't care about Zhaan." "What?" "Uh..." "D'Argo, he, um, he just left her here." "You said she was working for him" "Well, she was, she, um..." "Oh, she was?" "Stay back!" "Chiana, I" "No, you stay back." "I'm not planning on stealing your food, Rygel." "I know that." "Well, then, stay alert while I do this." "We need some bargaining power in this" "Oh, stop nagging." "I'm watching your back!" "Oh, brilliant." "At this rate then, I'll survive -- what -- an extra 2 microts?" "If you don't watch it, bitch, I'll just back into an air duct and you'll be" "What?" "Run away, as always?" "I never run away." "I... strategically maneuver." "Really?" "!" "Here's Johnny!" "Hiya, honey!" "Go away!" "Hiya, kids." "What's going on?" "Is this a..." "French Revolution type of thing?" "Stay out." "Listen, I might be crazy... could be but I got a plan." "What do you say we all put our guns down.... lock 'em in a closet." "That way nobody gets hurt" "No!" "Honey... please?" "Shit!" "Next time you'll be a crouton, Crichton." "Pilot, Pilot." "Something the matter, Crichton?" "It's that damn Peacekeeper bitch." "She's barricaded herself in the Command." "I think she's trying to take over the ship." "I'm aware of her actions." "Shut her down." "Lights, power, all of it." "I'm sorry, John." "I cannot do that." "What?" "Pilot?" "Pilot!" "Got a bit of a problem, Commander?" "Well, now you've got one more." "Because the only way you're going to get my weapon is if I'm dead!" "Look at what you're doing." "What?" "Look." "Yes." "You're right." "You're so right." "He's absolutely right." "The power setting's too low." "Thank you." "So much better!" "You missed!" "... Crichton." "His name is John Crichton..." "Whatcha doin'?" "Hey, missy, why you messing with that beacon?" "Oh, hey, Johnny." "Well, I'm not messing with nothing." "Oh... god... damn... ." "They don't get it." "They don't get it, Scorpy." "They don't get how crazy they are." "You're right, John." "They don't get it." "They don't get how crazy they are... because..." "'Cause they stole the crackers." "You'll never be able to take over Moya." "Pilot won't let you." "I have disabled his ability to spy on us up here." "We just have to hope that the others keep him busy." "Hope?" "Your great plan depends on hope?" "What if Pilot pumps poison gas in here, or" "We have to risk it, don't we?" "In any assault, a soldier has to take chances and attack the nerve center." "Shut up." "I don't need a grunt to give me a military assault lecture." "I wrote military assault lectures." "You?" "The only thing you've ever assaulted is a plate of food cubes." "Now shut up." "And you remember that cracker?" "That older kid " " Howie Lewis -- who beat you up for it?" "You were just 12." "It took months, but you got even." "And you poured sugar in poor Howie's Harley." "Howie had no idea it was you" "Yes, revenge is a dish best served cold, and you like revenge, don't you" "Shut up!" "I hate it when villains quote Shakespeare." "They're coming to kill you, John." "We'd better get ready." "I need more light!" "I'm already boosting in three additional core channels." "I need more." "Please, Pilot." "You save me, then I'll save you." "Save me from who?" "From the others!" "Don't you understand?" "They're plotting against you." "You may not trust me... but believe me, trust them much less!" "Boosting in two more core channels." "Drop it." "Oh, go ahead." "Try it, Medusa, try it." "Down boy." "Roll over." "Good boy." "Go on." "Kill me." "Go on, John, do it." "Then we can go to the beach!" "I know a place with naked sebacean girls and margarita shooters." "Go away, Scorpy." "You're not real." "Oh." "What?" "What?" "Am I being... irritational?" "Oh." "Well, have a little pain." "Finish him." "FINISH him." "Then we can go to that little Italian joint I know." "I don't like Italian." "Don't be a coward." "Kill him, not me." "Him!" "D'Argo?" "Zhaan?" "Hi, baby." "Crichton?" "Don't, I-I can help you." "No, no, no, no, no." "I'm still aching' from the last time you helped me." "What a slut." "Is that why your family abandoned you?" "Because you'd spread 'em for anybody, anytime?" "John, please." "Please, don't." "No, 'fraid not." "My little black book... is all full." "John." "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." "Show a little bit of patience." "Tie her up." "Then we can save her for dessert." "Kill the others." "Then we can have a little bit of fun with her." "Nice." "I like that idea." "Hurry up." "Do you hear him?" "Hurry up." "Crichton's coming." "You're gonna sell me out, aren't you, when he comes." "You're gonna switch sides?" "No!" "." "You're lying." "You know how I know that?" "Because you always lie." "You have no integrity." "You have no honor." "You cheat, you steal, you stuff your face." "That's you!" "Well, well, well." "This is becoming a problem you're gonna need professional help with." "First you betray the Peacekeepers... and every vow you've made since you were born..." "And now poor Sparky, here?" "Tell, me Princess... when you're old and fat... will you have anything to look back on with pride?" "Is that it?" "Oh, don't stop." "Why don't you make another speech, you self-important, deficient little man." "All you ever do is talk!" "Your father was the hero, you know." "He did things." "You, you're just this test monkey that screwed up your first experiment." "That is good!" "That is fantastic... coming from a frigid, flat-butted Peacekeeper SKANK!" "Kill her." "Then we'll have pizza." "And some margarita shooters." "Go on, John." "Kill her." "Do it." "Do it." "Nobody... has margaritas with pizza." "You're out of your mind, John." "I know." "Are you cracking up, little man?" "Hello?" "Uh, I'm okay, Aeryn." "This" "Oh, no, no, no, no, no!" "I am tired of having to always listen to YOU." "Aeryn." "Listen..." "I just shot Scorpius." "Shut up." "You're wrong, you know." "When I'm old and fat when I'm old, there is one thing I'm going to look back on with enormous pride, and that is killing you" "Aeryn, he wanted me to shoot you." "Have you got any spare cartridges?" "Hiya, kids." "Let me go." "I command it, you miserable" "No one's going anywhere, not even to Disneyland." "Not before we all have the breakfast of losers." "Oh, look everybody." "Sunshine's awake!" "Ronaldo!" "Even on a flesh wound." "Ow, ow, ow, ow!" "That must hurt." "Sorry." "Now that we're all here, and so happy, do you think we could all get along for three microts?" "But D'Argo, I need you to understand..." "that crackers don't matter." "Woo!" "Ha!" "Have I got your attention NOW?" "Good." "So, class." "Today's assignment is... anyone?" "Anyone?" "Anyone?" "A brand new car!" "No!" "It's T'raltixx!" "T plus R-A-L-T-I double X." "T'raltixx." "Since he came on board, we've been fighting about everything, including these." "Now, I've been acting twisted, as well." "Still am." "Been seeing Scorpius like he's guest-starring on Hawaii 5-0." "Huh -- how crazy is THAT?" "But " " I realized something." "Frigging nuts I am, it's not the pulsars affecting ME." "Look, if you want me to believe anything you're saying" "Shut up!" "Frell you!" "We are past the pulsars." "So how come we're acting even crazier?" "Zhaan?" "Stop bothering me." "I'm busy." "Yes, yes, yes." "Private moment number three hundred and forty-four." "Tell them." "You tell them." "When I was near T'raltixx, I was more affected than when I was in the light." "He-he made me feel..." "Enough." "Go for three hundred and forty-five." "So." "I have ... as much as I hate to do this" "I have to ask for your help" "Wrong answer!" "I'm at systems overload!" "I need more light!" "But why?" "I'm not sure if I can." "Mooooore liiiiiight!" "All right!" "Can you feel it, Pilot?" "All of Moya is beginning to glow." "I am magnificent!" "Look, I want you to look at what he's doing to Moya." "Look at the walls!" "They're glowing." "Look." "Why?" "Why would he want us to fight amongst each other?" "He wants us out of the way so he can create light." "Mm." "I noticed between pleasures.... he has hundreds of DRDs working so his chambers are glowing" "I think it's time that we paid this creep a visit." "Kill him." "Undo me." "Can I trust you?" "No." "At least you're honest." "Now." "Unless you plan on actually pulling the trigger, don't ever pull a gun on me like that again." " I was making a point." "So was I." "Don't." "Stop it." "Focus here." "Okay." "T'raltixx said that we're attacked through our optic neurons." "That's how he's getting to us." "But I can deal with it." "You just gotta find a way to keep the light and heat off of me, and I'm gonna go in there and kill him." "You?" "!" "We're not sending YOU in there after him." "Oh, yeah?" "Well, I'm the only one around here keeping it vaguely under control." "Huh!" "Says who?" "Says me, Buckwheat!" "You are no warrior." "I will kill T'raltixx." "No, you will not." "I will." "You're wounded." "No way." "I want the first shot." "Look at you two bozos." "You'd kill each other before you got anywhere near T'raltixx." "He's right." "He's gotta do it." "Why?" "Don't you get it, furball?" "Look, Crichton's the only one not affected by T'raltixx because he's deficient." "Who you calling deficient?" "You." "You've got the worst eyes out of all of us." "That's why your optic nerves aren't being affected." "I got GREAT eyes." "They're better than 20/20, and they're BLUE." "Oh, okay." "So, can you read the symbols on the basin over there?" "There's nothing there." ""Warning... "." ""Don't flush corrosives.."." ""Down the waste tunnel."." "That's all right." "That's a joke." "Excellent." "If we're gonna let blue-eyes save the day, we'd better come up with a very good plan." "I'm not deficient." "I'm superior." "Humans are superior." "What the hell is this?" "Heat-deflecting paste." "You'll burn up in there without it." "Smells like puke." "I pre-digested it to increase its potency." "It's puke?" "!" "We're going to have to move fast." "All of Moya is glowing." "I hate these goggles." "They look like crap." "Stop whining." "You sound like a zelma." "They're the only thing that will stop you from going blind in there." "Probably will, anyway." "Here, this may be of some use to you." "I made it from a piece of my Prowler and it will withstand a zakkian laser pulse." "Thank you." "Solar-reflecting flare wrap." "Pull it on tight." "Does this strike any of you superior beings as a little bit ironic?" "Why?" "I'm the deficient one and I'm still saving your butts." "Bend over." "We soaked it in Zhaan's bio-paste for as long as we could." "Great." "I look ridiculous, don't I?" "Don't worry." "This is T'raltixx's disappearing device." "So it won't matter how ridiculous you look." "We are going to die." "We've attached you to the module in the transport hangar." "Fire the drive up for ten microts, no more." "No mippippippi." "I do not want to blow up." "When you get in there, cut off as many of the power conductors as you can." "That should reduce his strength so that you can then get close enough to kill him, all right?" "Damn, it's bright in there." "You ready?" "Now, Rygel." "Only ten." "Yes." "Is it working?" "It's working." "Go, John." "Go." "There's someone in here, Pilot." "I see no one." "Five... six..." "What are you doing, Pilot?" "Nothing." "My light!" "Nine... ten  eleven... twelve..." "Stop!" "Crichton." "Ha!" "Crap!" "You can't stop me, Crichton." "I have the light!" "But humans are superior!" "You're too weak, Crichton." "I will kill you!" "I-I will get the light and take over your ship, and then" "Give me the light!" "Ah!" "I need more light!" "What about this?" "You cannot stop me, Crichton!" "Go on, kill me!" "Well, there are thousands just like me." "We will find another leviathan to make our light!" "And when we do, we'll spread like a plague!" "We'll rise from our dormancy and kill you all!" "I told them it was a mistake bringing you on board...." "I have talked with everyone else." "All I can say is I'm terribly sorry." "T'raltixx somehow brought out the worst in me." "I think he brought out the worst in all of us, Pilot." "Yes." "Your apology is accepted." "Thank you." "Thank you both." "I, uh..." "I am ashamed of what I did." "I thought you were going to kill me." "I'm sorry, Rygel." "Can you forgive me?" "No." "Not... yet." "That did it!" "Damn, that was heavy." "How did you move it by yourself?" "Hm?" "Oh, I don't know." "I just did." "Hey, now, look." "I'm sorry." "I'm really sorry about" "Oh, no, no." "Look, don't apologize." "I was impressed." "How did you come up with all of that crap?" "I don't know, Pip." "It's just there...." "Did I... did I say anything awful, Chiana?" "You don't remember?" "No." "T'raltixx triggered such a an intense reaction in me..." "I blanked everything out." "Whoa." "I wish I could do that." "No, no, no, Zhaan." "Look, you were the best out of all of us." "You looked like you were having a great time." "Listen, uh... anything I said, I, uh..." "Uh..." "I know." "Me, too...." "Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall." ""And all the King's horses and all the King's men... ."." "Hey, Zhaan." "How do we take it all back?"