McKay: What took you so long?
Ronon: Oh, you’re welcome.

Rodney: Mind your step, sir.
Burly Woman: Sir?
Rodney: Ma'am, sorry. You have a... (to Ronon) that is clearly a mustache!

Ronon: It’s going to be dark soon.
Rodney: Actually, we have two hours, 43 minutes, and 17 seconds. This planet’s sun currently has a very gradual angle of descent and a very short night. I always make it a point to download the planetary data on every address I dial, even goodwill missions. Yeah, things like atmospheric conditions. soil consistencies, available water supplies… what?
Ronon: Just wondering how long you’d make it out here without your little gadgets.
Rodney: You know, I think you’d be surprised, you know. I may not be exactly what you’d call an outdoors person. But that doesn’t mean I don’t find the man vs. nature thing uninteresting. Hell, I joined a scouting organization when I was a child. Lodge 14 of the Fort McMurray Eager Beavers.
Ronon: Beavers?
Rodney: Yep, large rodent, big teeth. They use ‘em to chop down trees and build dams. Very industrious. I was with them for a few months before they asked me to leave, but I got the manual, still have it… Scouting for Beavers. Valuable resource.

Ronon: What the hell were you doing?
Rodney: At the moment, killing Wraith!

(to Ronon)
Rodney: I’m sorry, but I guarantee you at some point you’re going to need my help. You’ll see. There’ll be some problem you can’t solve, and then you’ll turn to me. I’ll figure it out in the nick of time. And you’ll say “Good job” or just grunt or slap me on the back harder than necessary.

McKay: Look, How are we going to get up there?
Ronon: You said something about solving a problem.
McKay: Yeah, technological problems, not rock-climbing problems.
Ronon: Thought so.