- [Whispering to D'Argo after Rygel has been mistaken as a god by another race]
- John Crichton: The Slug Who Would Be King.
- Lishala: You've done nothing to harm us since you came. Why do they wish to hurt you?
- John Crichton: Lishala, Rokon believes that your heart strays my direction.
- Lishala: Perhaps he's right.
- John Crichton: I'm sick of Napoleon XIV, I'm sick of Blue, I'm sick of tentacle boy, and guess what? I'm sick of you. I'm sick of this whole turd-burp end of the universe.