- Scorpius: I condemn you, John Crichton, to live so that your thirst for unfulfilled revenge will consume you.
- Grunchlk: After the Doc's cut the tendrils that have hijacked your brain, he's gonna try and take out the neuro chip completely. But he needs your help.
- John Crichton: What do I gotta do?
- Grunchlk: Because there is no template of your brain pattern on our database, he doesn't know what bits o' grey do what. So when he probes, you tell him.
- John Crichton: Right. Where will you be?
- Grunchlk: Anywhere else. I vomit when things get messy.
- Stark: They're just going to have a look, an examination.
- John Crichton: Make sure he puts the KY on the glove.