"Are you doing okay, Rodney?"
"Fine, fine, the usual...Elizabeth fired me."
"Again? What's that, the third time this week?"
"I've lost count. Yes, me, believe it or not!"
"Still haven't learned to tread lightly, eh?"
"I've tried, but it's nearly impossible to figure out from one moment to the next what could set her off! I think that made sense, did that make any sense?"
"Teyla, isn't there some kind of, I don't know, meditation technique that could help?"
"Possibly, but I am afraid that even Athosian women can find meditation quite challenging at a time such as this."
"Ah, look on the bright side, Rodney. You've only got, what, six more months to go?"
"Of course, after that, there will be round-the-clock diaper changes, 2 AM feedings--"
"You are so not helping, Sheppard! And--Ronon, stop smirking!"
"Come on, McKay, don't tell me you didn't know this could happen when you married her."
"I-I suppose I did, sort of. I just didn't think it would happen so...soon."
"Yeah, kinda like that rhyme that goes: 'First comes love...' "
" 'Then comes marriage...' "
" 'Then comes Rodney with a baby carriage.' "
"Very funny, all of you, you're hilarious."
"We only tease you because we care."
"Uh-huh, sure. Just wait until we ask you to babysit."