[In the confined space of the Puddle Jumper]
McKay: Well, if you'll excuse me , I'll be a foot and a half over here taking some readings. Feel free to talk amonst yourselves.
Dr. Kavanagh: I happily left the SGC because I had had it up to here with the military running things, and you just busted me like a private.
D. Weir: Don't be so dramatic. Besides, the Air Force dosen't have privates.
Dr. Kavanagh: Neither do I. You just cut them off. Right in front of my research team.
Dr. Beckett: I'm told you have something of a cling-on.
Maj. Sheppard: There's plenty of time to solve this thing, but you gotta stop using your mouth and start using your brain.
Dr. McKay: Sorry, I just react to certain doom a certain way. It's a bad habit.
Dr. McKay: Oh, I apologize for being the only person here who truly comprehends how screwed we are!
Maj. Sheppard: Don't talk to me about screwed.
[Lt. Ford tests the effect of alcohol on the bug]
Maj. Sheppard: Same some for me.
Lt. Ford: Wrong type of alcohol, sir.
Maj. Sheppard: What's the good of that?
Lt. Ford: (after seeing the bug not reacting) Not much, sir.