[Sam is stranded in space, while Mitchell and the Odyssey crew are trying to rescue her.]
If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, it won't work.
Marks, do you mind? [takes piloting controls] Hang on Sam, we're coming to get you.
[Odyssey starts moving towards Sam.]
Look, the sub-light engines don't have that much control. If you hit me, even at minimum velocity...
[into radio] I'm not going to hit you. [to himself] Not on purpose.
Even if you get me in past the shield, the artificial gravity will kick in. A fall from even thirty feet in this suit...
Sam, stop worrying. Kvasir is riding the controls manually.
KKvasir
You're going too fast.
This tub doesn't go any slower.
The IOA is considering bringing the Atlantis ZPM to Earth, for use in the Antarctic Earth defense system.
Even if we had a ship, it would take a minimum of three weeks for the ZPM to get here. And there's no guarantee the Ancient weapons platform in Antarctica would be any more effective against the Ori ships than what we've already thrown at them. As usual, the IOA is wasting their breath. You know, if I had the salaries they pay those idiot blowhard politicians to put into my budget... I'm sorry, did I say that out loud?
Oh, I had a baby! You know, I never thought I'd agree with my father, but now I'm starting to remember about how he used to go about how you nurture them and then you raise them and you teach them that best that you can and then all they do is break your heart. I always assumed that his experience was tainted by me.
What are you talking about?
Well, she started off all sweet and innocent but now she's hellbent on domination of the galaxy.
A few hours. [Dr. Jackson gives her a confused look.] The Ori used me to sneak one of their own across the border. This child is their way of cheating the ascended rulebook. They couldn't exactly cross over into our galaxy without getting into a confrontation with the Ancients, right? So they created a human representative with their knowledge to lead their armies.
Sort of an uber-Prior, like the Doci?
Oh, but she's MUCH worse than that. The Priors are just pawns, but she knows the score. She's complicit with the Ori; you should have heard the propaganda that she just tried to feed me.
Wait, wait, wait a minute, we're talking about a baby here, right?
Oh. She's been genetically altered. She'll be a fully-grown figurehead in a day or so. If she takes after her mother, she'll have a pretty good figure too.
You're telling me! Origin is about to become a lot more appealing to the males of this galaxy.
Do you have any idea where we're going?
No, that she wouldn't tell me. She knows I'm not on her side; she's just hoping I'll see the light. But part of her can't help but feel tied to me. She wanted me to give her a name.
Adria. Told her it was my mother's.
Stepmother. Witch of a woman.
You know the more I get to know you, the more I'm starting to understand.
HDr. Hutchison
So, how are you feeling?
[eagerly] Very well! Very well…well, you know, all things considered. Heh. I mean, you'd assume I'd be a prime candidate for acculturation difficulty, enduring feelings of…displacement and alienation. Perhaps even a little paranoid ideation. Hmm? But the truth is, I was able to adopt an abstract attitude which allowed me to…release some of my repressed feelings, ultimately providing me with a cathartic actualization. How are you feeling?