Zhaan: They're soldiers. Win their respect.
John: How exactly do I do that? I mean, short of cutting somebody's throat?
Rygel: They're building some kind of nest.
Rygel: Too many letters for you, Luxan? Try hive.
Rygel: If I sit perfectly still they don't advance. Yet when I move, they get disagreeable.
D'Argo: Right. Don't move.
Rygel: If we ever survive this, Luxan, you must become my advisor.
Aeryn: How much longer?
John: I don't know. We didn't cover the life cycle of deep space insects at JFK high.
Aeryn: I always thought lesser life forms were useless. Just something to be squashed.
John: Yeah, it's humbling when you realize that... You're not talking about the Draks, are you? Fine. On behalf of all lesser life forms, I accept the compliment.