frellings killed my D'Argo. He wanted you to survive. You have to keep your wits. Come on. Even if these three Eidelons on board are enough, - I propose... - Not now! Pilot, have we heard from Staleek or the grand chancellorette? No, Commander. How the hell did this get here? The DRDs built it to your specifications. What changed your mind? Not what. Who. It's operational? As far as I can tell. This will make a wormhole weapon, yes? I thought this is what you wanted. At the time. Not now. Not ever really. Pilot, can we run? We're too damaged to starburst. And the Peacekeepers and Scarrans seem as intent on annihilating us as they are each other. Jothee, can you hear me? Pretty tight over here. I can't make it to you. Cut loose. Get clear. You understand me? Copy. Everybody safe? It's a little crazy around here for roll call now. Just get as far away as you can. We'll catch up. Hey, come here. Kill the frellings. And kill them others too. If you can kill them slowly, do it. Back off. Keep away! D'Argo's dead. Do you think I frelling care what I do to you? Yes. D'Argo is dead? Yes, Pilot. Saving us. Is there another way? I don't see one. Do you? It's worse than you think. Is it worse than D'Argo being blown to pieces? Is it worse than our son dying? Is it worse than living with this? Come here. Closer. You wanna see it? The thing you've been chasing my ass all over the universe for? Torturing me, my wife, my friends for? Formidable weapon. You wanna see it? Yes. - Beg. - I beg you. That's not good enough. Say please. Please. - Pretty please. - With cherry on top. - With cherry on top. Happy birthday. Now get outta my sight. Behold, the wormhole weapon. That? Yeah. Ain't it beautiful? Is this some kind of joke? Cosmic. Keep watching. Blink and you'll miss it. There. Isn't that sweet? Baby's gonna grow. Pilot, are my comms open? It's time for a birth announcement. Comms are open, Commander. Attention, ladies and gentlemen, and all ships at sea. If you look out your front window, you will see, by special request, your very own wormhole weapon. Crichton, what's happening? The end of all this crap. Hey, Emperor Sleestak, you big upright iguana. What does it look like from the Death Star? Sir, do you wish to respond? Yes. Increase fire power. Increased rate of fire. And begin reverse thrust. Pull us out of here. Reverse thrust, one quarter. Can I get a huzzah from the grand Peacekeeper bitch? Wormhole at 12:00, Lucy. Ignore that hail. Continue all guns against the Decimator. That object is beginning to exert a gravitational pull on us. Steady retreat while continuing to fire. Unbelievable. Nobody has anything to say. How big is that thing gonna get? Big. 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 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. What do you mean we cannot reverse thrust? Because it's just not working. We're trapped here, ma'am. Pilot, how you doin'? Acceptable, Commander. Though Moya and I are beginning to question whether it makes any difference. We have tried to retreat from the wormhole, but are unable to escape. I know. Our destinies are no longer in our own hands. Give me my world. Cease fire! Ma'am, your orders? Hold all salvos. Silence the guns. What have you done, Crichton? What did you ask me to do, Sparky? "Crichton, please make the wormhole so we can all have peace. "Crichton, you gotta make the wormhole. We all want peace! "Crichton, make the damn wormhole. We gotta have peace!" How many times did you say that, Sparky? Wormhole. Peace. Peace. Wormhole. How many times, mister, I beg you, "Please with a cherry on top"? ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Дети капитана Гранта на английском - текст Берегись автомобиля на английском - текст Духовные голоса на английском - текст Бетховен 3 на английском - текст Братья и сёстры семьи Тода на английском |