[On M2S-181, Teyla and Lorne's team walk through the market.]
MLMaj. Lorne
[nostalgically] Kind of reminds me of the flea markets they used to have back home. Every Sunday, stroll down to the Bay area, find pretty much anything you wanted. [He looks at a few of the more "shady" stalls.] And a lot of things you didn't.
[Major Lorne and Dr. Parrish are walking through a forest on P3M-736]
MLMaj. Lorne
You know, when they told me I'd be travelling to another galaxy, visiting strange new worlds, defending humanity against unimaginable alien threats, this just is not what I pictured!
PDr. Parrish
We could be saving Earth -- right here, right now, Major.
MLMaj. Lorne
Oh yeah? How's that?
PDr. Parrish
Through a greater understanding of the long-term effects of severe ozone depletion on plant life. You may not want to admit it, but it's a real danger.
MLMaj. Lorne
[sarcastically] Oh yeah! Sure! Global warming -- Wraith attack. I see the similarity now, you're right! Yeah, it's great!
So what kind of training do you guys have to go through to get this sort of mission?
Yeah, army, navy, air force, marines.
MLMaj. Lorne
And by this mission you mean hunting down an escaped weapons specialist hopped up on Wraith drugs in the pitch black of an alien planet?
MLMaj. Lorne
Actually, I think I skipped that course in major school.
MLMaj. Lorne
Wow, you must really be some kind of genius.
Well, as a matter of fact I ...eh, wait a minute, why would you say that now?
MLMaj. Lorne
Something has to have kept Col. Sheppard from shooting you all this time.
(the Orion is under heavy fire without shields)
MLMaj. Lorne
One more shot Zelenka, that's all I'm asking!
I just cannot give you what I do not have! (checks a console) THERE'S TOO MUCH DAMAGE! WE NEED TO ABANDON SHIP! (runs towards the exit)
MLMaj. Lorne
Hey, stop! Listen to me-
We sacrificed our shield capabilities with that first salvo, we shouldn't wait any more moments, major!
MLMaj. Lorne
Col. Caldwell, I'm afraid we've done everything we can on our end! Requesting immediate beam out to the Daedalus!
[Elizabeth walks into the "Game Room" to find Lorne and Zelenka arguing. They are unaware of her entrance.]
MLMaj. Lorne
What are you talking about? It’s a perfectly reasonable request!
Oh yeah. Perfectly reasonable! I give you all of my food and my people starve.
[Elizabeth walks deeper into the room and sees the two of them on either side of the ‘games’ console. Radek is already on his feet and now Evan stands up to shout at him over the top of the screens.]
MLMaj. Lorne
I am not asking you for all of your food! Plus, I did say that we would make a deal.
[sarcastically] A deal. Oh yeah. Baskets.
MLMaj. Lorne
Big baskets! Two dozen of ‘em, hand-woven and very nice.
Oh, very nice. What am I gonna put in them, huh? Certainly not food!
[Elizabeth, still unnoticed by the two men, folds her arms and looks at them angrily. They continue to bicker, getting more and more agitated with every remark.]
MLMaj. Lorne
You know what? I think you’re holding out on me. I think you have plenty of food.
Are you calling me a liar?!
MLMaj. Lorne
No, I think you’re trying to squeeze me for a better deal, that’s what I think.
I have got nothing to hide! Now, if you’re ...
MLMaj. Lorne
OK, OK, so maybe I’ll send some of my army troops down and we’ll have a look!
[very angrily] What the hell are you two doing?
[The two finally notice her presence and look down, ashamed. Both of them are wearing expressions akin to ones that you would find on the faces of children who have just been found stealing cookies from the cookie jar.]
I thought I gave specific orders to stay away from this device.
[quietly, ashamed] Yes, yes, you did.
MLMaj. Lorne
We just saw that there were some people in trouble and we thought that maybe that we could...um...help.
No! No more help. Clearly we are not qualified!
[Everyone in Atlantis has lost their memory, apart from Teyla and Ronon. Ronon tells Lorne to take out a polaroid from his vest pocket, upon which is written "Colonel John Sheppard. He is your commanding officer. Trust him!"]
That's right, I'm your Commanding officer, so you should do what I say.
MLMaj. Lorne
Yes, sir. What are our orders?
[Sheppard, confused for a moment, turns to Ronon]
[Teyla and Lorne are interrogating a trader who has been selling Athosian jewelry. He is bound in a chair in a dark room but it still refusing to talk.]
MLMaj. Lorne
[doing the bad-cop routine] I don't give a damn about your trade secrets. We wanna know where you got this stuff.
TTrader
And if I don't tell you, what are you gonna do? I recognise those uniforms; I've heard the stories. People from Atlantis – do-gooders of the galaxy. You wouldn't hurt me.
[steps out of the shadows of the room] I am wearing no uniform.
TTrader
[noticing her obvious pregnancy] A pregnant woman! How intimidating!
[Teyla takes a branch, presses it to the man's chest, and shoves him and his chair over. He lands with a thud.]
I will inform the villagers that you are a Wraith-worshipper and let them determine their own justice.
(Lorne and McKay are trapped in another part of the collapsed compound)
Still no signal. There's too much interference.
MLMaj. Lorne
Pretty sure my leg´s broken.
I think I'm remarkably fine.
MLMaj. Lorne
[sarcastically] Well, isn't that wonderful? That brings me great comfort. Thank you.
If I'm reading this correctly then Michael is--
MLMaj. Lorne
[he hears a noise] Shut up.
No, you shut up this is important! If Michael is coming-
MLMaj. Lorne
Shh! Stop making noise.
MLMaj. Lorne
Okay, revise that, start making a lot of noise.