Ka D'Argo: As John once said, 'I would rather go down on a swing.'
John Crichton: Swinging. You wanna go down swinging.
Ka D'Argo: Swinging.
[playing Rock, Paper, Scissors]
John Crichton: Again?
Ka D'Argo: Yeah.
John Crichton: One, two, three.
[John throws paper, D'Argo throws rock]
Ka D'Argo: [laughs] Again, I win.
John Crichton: No, I win. Paper wraps rock.
Ka D'Argo: No, paper cannot possibly beat rock.
John Crichton: It does. Paper beats rock.
Ka D'Argo: Rock rips through paper.
John Crichton: D'Argo, that's not how it works. Paper beats rock.
Ka D'Argo: That's unrealistic.
John Crichton: Well, it's the rules. And it's not suppose to be realistic, it's supposed to be entertaining.
Ka D'Argo: My coma was more entertaining.
Ka D'Argo: You look after her while I go and break Crais' neck.
John Crichton: D'Argo, you couldn't break wind right now, I'm going.
John Crichton: You wanna have a mid-life crisis? Fine. That- Just... ditch the firm, head off to Maui, shack up with a supermodel, but you do not get to keep the Porsche.
Dominar Rygel XVI: May your afterlife be almost as pleasant as mine.
John Crichton: Sparky. How's my favorite Hynerian?
[Rygel can't speak]
Ka D'Argo: Even I am pleased to see you.
[Rygel continues choking]
Ka D'Argo: Are, uh, are you not well?
John Crichton: You got a frog in your throat? You need a Hynerian Hymlich?
[does Hymlich on Rygel]
Dominar Rygel XVI: Fine! I'll be fine.
[sees Aeryn and starts again]
Dominar Rygel XVI: Slight case of the intons.
John Crichton: What?
Officer Aeryn Sun: It's a Hynerian airway seizure caused by very strong emotions.
John Crichton: [laughing] I didn't know you had strong emotions in you, Sparky.
Ka D'Argo: Other than, uh, greed of course.