From "Farscape: Self Inflicted Wounds: Part 1 - Could'a, Would'a, Should'a (#3.3)"
[inside John's head
Did you call me here... to talk you out of your guilt?
No. It's just... the information amassed inside their ship...
No contest! I sit here inside your feeble brain, listen to the arguments bounce off the hollow spaces, how could you not choose science above a beast of burden? You disgust me, John!
I long for the dumpster. Pilot and Moya are to die, John. Take the wormhole knowledge that's fallen in your lap and call it a day!