After blasting their way out of the temple... D: How's your
honeymoon?
J: Well, the brochure was better.
another volley of weapons' fire interrupts them
J: I hear Bolivia is perfect for a honeymoon.
Aeryn looks over at him in confusion.
Pinned down again by the Charrids & Scarrans
J: We get hit by any more of those missiles, we are spam.
J: Pilot, what's your 20?
P: We are lifting off.
The group prepares to make a break for the rendezvous point
J: Y'all be careful out there.
D'Argo is mortally wounded and elects to stay behind to hold off
the Scarrans.
J: You're the closest friend I have.
D: You could have done better.
J: Nowhere in the universe.
D: You've got a lot of life to live, John. Do big things. (pause)
Do me a favor.
J: Name it.
D: Chiana
J: (John's voice shakes, and he stammers) I'll look after her...I'll
take care...Nothing will happen to...
D: (patiently) Go away. I want to speak to Chiana.
They both crack up laughing.
J: I'm gonna miss you.
John is taking Chiana away to safety
J: The first Scarran you see, you tell him who his daddy is. Tell him,
D'Argo.
A few scenes later, the Charrids & Scarrans attack.
D: I'm your daddy!
D'Argo starts blasting.
John is on the comms to Jothee
J: Cut loose. Get clear. You understand me?
Jothee: Copy. Is everybody safe?
J: (sighing John takes a minute) It's a little crazy around here
for roll call now.
John steps into the wormhole weapon machine.
J: (to Scorpius) Come here. Closer. You want to see it? The thing
you've been chasing my ass all over the universe for? Torturing me,
my wife, my friends for? The wormhole weapon? You want to see it?
S: Yes
J: Beg
S: I beg you.
J: That's not good enough. Say please.
S: Please
J: Pretty please
S: Pretty please
Together: With a cherry on top.
J: Happy Birthday. Now, get out of my sight.
John activates the wormhole weapon, but nothing seems to be happening.
S: Is this some kind of joke?
J: Cosmic. Keep watching, blink and you'll miss it. (John points
to a spot appearing in the distance.) There. Isn't that sweet. Baby's
gonna grow. Pilot, are my comms open?
P: All comms open
J: Attention ladies & gentlemen and all ships at sea. If you look out
your front window, you will see, by special request, your very own wormhole.
C: Crichton, what's happening?
J: The end of all this crap. Hey, Emperor Sleestack - you big upright iguana!
- What does it look like from the Death Star? ... Can I get a huzzah from the
grand Peacekeeper Bitch! Wormhole at 12 o'clock, Lucy.
John now has everyone's attention.
J: Okay boys and girls, here are the rules. Find a penny, pick it up.
Double it, you've got two pennies. Double it again - four. Double it
27 more times, and you've got a million dollars and the IRS all over
your ass. Round and round and round it goes, where it stops nobody knows,
but it all adds up...quick.
Every ship involved in the battle is now caught in the gravity well
of the wormhole weapon.
J: Here's how it lays out. Are you listening Stahleek? Grayza? Wormhole
weapons do not make peace. Wormhole weapons do not even make war. They
make total destruction, annihilation, Armageddon. People make peace.
C: Crichton, can you stop it?
J: I don't know, maybe. It eats the whole universe, a monumental black
hole, a giant whirling headstone marking the spot where we all used
to live and play and slaughter the innocent.
S: This is insane, Crichton.
John lets out a choked laugh.
J: God! Four years on and you're finally getting that.
John is unconscious after reversing the wormhole weapon. Inside
his mind, he encounters Harvey, sickly pale, lying on his deathbed in
a room of white satin.
H: I toyed with Slim Pickens on the bomb. YEE HAW! But this feels more
appropriate to the situation, don't you think?
Harvey points John to the way back out of his mind.
H: Good-bye, John. Thanks for your memories.