Crichton: You'll be happy to know we have a plan.
Chiana: I'll be happier to know if it works.

Rygel: Reverse? T'chah! No Dominar from the House of Rygel ever travels in reverse!
Crichton: Well, turn around. Pretend you're going forward.

Crichton:Zhaan: My dear, I've kicked more ass than you've sat on.

Crichton: You did NOT say that!
D'Argo: I did! I was very shameless in my youth.
Crichton: And that worked?
D'Argo: Of course not! The girl screamed and I was almost arrested.

Rygel: Oh, there is no expanse of the mind the Will cannot traverse;
Or physically, the distance laid across the Universe;
There's blessings many in the stars, save one lamented curse;
That Sixteenth Rygel, glory me, must travel in reverse!

Crichton: It's gonna be harder to doubt you in the future.
Aeryn: Well, I apologize for my strengths.

Aeryn: Why did you not shoot at that thing?
Crichton: I don't know.
Aeryn: Brilliant instinct, Crichton.

Pilot: Starburst is technically the seam between space-time dimensions. Moya's power cells allow us access, and we simply ride out the energy stream, at random.
Chiana: Pushed out at random?!
Zhaan: Not now, Chiana.
Chiana: What do you mean, not now?! We go into this star-lurch thing and we don't even know where we're going?!
Pilot: At the next appropriate moment, you're welcome to leave...

Crichton: I gotta get outta here before I end up like you!
Rygel: What? Handsome with a great sexual prowess?

Rygel: ...and then the Trolian priest turns to the Kalinese cleric and says, '"Doesn't bother me... you should've seen her mother!"

Crichton: Rygel is on Tier Eight, you'll have to find him on foot.
Chiana: Me? Get frelled!
Crichton: Listen, Sunshine, you wanna be part of this crew?
Chiana: On the good days!
Crichton: This IS one of the good days.

Crichton: D'Argo, Aeryn and Rygel have disappeared. What happened? Did we hit something?
Pilot: Still unknown. Quantify disappeared.
Crichton: Here one second, gone the next.

Zhaan: Rygel, what do you think?
Rygel: Well, Moya has been, for as long as I can remember, our protector, our home, our companion, and our friend.
Crichton: Amen.
Rygel: However, as relationships grow, they also change. Do you think we can trade her for a faster vessel?

Crichton: Ugh! Aww, salmonella, what is that?
Rygel: That's kroll-dar, a delicacy... even for pagans.
Crichton: Yeah? Well how long was it under your butt getting delicate?

Crichton:I thought you were Junior Miss Tough-Chick of the Universe.
Chiana: Yeah, when I can kiss or kick or cry my way out of it. This is way way way way different.

Chiana: You got it wrong, four-arms.
Pilot: Your inability to locate them does not negate the fact that they are there.

Pilot: I fail to see the source of your amusement.