Are you a sound sleeper?

RYGEL: [about an unusual aspect of Hynerian physiology] It's a perfectly natural bodily function. And it's odorless.

D'ARGO: So your loyal subjects tell you!

JOHN CRICHTON: You fart HELIUM?!

It's a backward planet full of superstitious, xenophobic morons. Nothing makes sense if they didn't think of it first and, even then, it's simplistic drivel.

John: Well, put your hands together, and feel the power. Yeah! Out with the evil spirits! Give me your hand, Ryg...
Rygel: Go away!

Rygel: Stark, get in here.
Stark: What? You're loose?
Rygel: Not as loose as Chiana...

Rygel: *to Jool about John and Aeryn* Get your own fantasy dreadlocks - they're having MY baby.

Oh yes, I'm back too. Thanks for asking. Back to being me. Back to being ignored

Ladies, some decorum please. This is a peace memorial, let's not kill each other.

Every time I think that there's more to you than a pair of pushed-up loomas in a corset, you disappoint me

When a woman, whether she's a wife, a lover, or a slave you've purchased to be a wife or lover, leaves you repeatedly... take the hint.