John Crichton : Aeryn, we have to get ready. [Hands Aeryn a knife. Aeryn aims it at her stomach]  Aeryn Sun : Great! I'll cut it out! [John grabs her wrist]  John Crichton : No! It's for your clothes... and the cord. [Lets go of her wrist]  Aeryn Sun : Oh, right.

[hearing shots, Aeryn contacts John over the radio]  Aeryn Sun : Who's taking fire? John Crichton : Huh. Who isn't? Aeryn Sun : Are you all right? John Crichton : Well, other than being shot at by the Electric Mayhem... I'm fantastic!

Aeryn Sun : Oh! Can you hear that? That's just the sound of a DRD. [Moya groans]  Aeryn Sun : And that's the sound of our ship Moya under pressure. And this is the sound of an AKR maximum load ammo pack being chambered into a full grade full range pulse pistol.

[from trailer]  War Minister Akhna : I promise you, you will never be re-united with your baby. Aeryn Sun : I'm sure your mother wished for the same thing.

John Crichton : All right, be careful. Aeryn Sun : I'm pregnant, not incapacitated, John.

Commandant Mele-on-Grayza : You will not go through with this. John Crichton : I ALREADY HAVE! Emperor Staleek : I agree. You are weak, you will not sacrifice the woman and your offspring. Aeryn Sun : Our son will be raised in peace. John Crichton : Amen. You hear that you bastards. All or nothing. [pause]  John Crichton : Wormhole doubles two more times, Moya goes first, 20 seconds later you join us. Either way this war is over. Peace.

John Crichton : The baby is breach. Chiana : I can't birth her narl. I don't want a narl. I hate narls. I'm still a narl myself. John Crichton : You helped Moya give birth. Chiana : I blew out a wall and three tiers! Aeryn Sun : I concur. John Crichton : The baby's head is *up*. It has to be *down*. Don't make any structural changes.

Aeryn Sun : D'Argo, we'll protect neural cluster. Chiana, Sikozu, you go find Pikal and Katar and keep them safe. Stark : What? What about me? Aeryn Sun : How best can you help? Stark : I can stay out of your way. Aeryn Sun : Excellent.

John Crichton : Can I help? Aeryn Sun : Oh, you've done enough already. You know if this was a sebecean child, a pure one, it would've been born long ago. So how long will this take? John Crichton : On earth, it could take days. Aeryn Sun : What? I have killed men for less. [Crichton tries to put his hand over Aeryn's, she slaps it away] 

Aeryn Sun : [to the baby]  Your father and I want you to have a name that means courage and strength. So we have chosen D'Argo Sun Crichton.

Aeryn Sun : John! You went there, didn't you? John Crichton : I went the whole way there. Aeryn Sun : I didn't want you to do that. John Crichton : Yes, you did. Everybody wants to see the great big wormhole weapon. Aeryn Sun : No, I want to see war turned into peace. John Crichton : War and Peace, War and Peace. Did you know that Woody Allen's version is better than Tolstoy's? Because it is funnier and absolute power corrupts, absolutely. Where the hell's my pen? Where's my pen? Aeryn Sun : This is what you want! John Crichton : No, Aeryn it is not what I want! It's just that fate keeps blocking all the exits! And no matter what I do I just keep circling closer to the flame! Aeryn Sun : Then pull back. This war is not your responsibility. John Crichton : You and the baby are my responsibility. And how am I supposed to protect you from the Peacekeepers and the Scarrans and the Tragans and the lions, tigers and bears? With this? Winona? This gun? No gun is big enough. Aeryn Sun : We still have Stark and the Eidelons. John Crichton : It's not enough. [gesturing to his notebook]  John Crichton : This is enough. Wormholes. What's inside my head. This is ugly and it is malignant. But it will protect you and the baby. Aeryn Sun : Ah, but you see. You don't just protect me, we protect each other.