INT. EMPTY SLEEPING QUARTERS - NIGHT
The room is bland at best. A bed, some stored crates of
equipment and supplies.
Well, here we are. Good night.
I love what you've done with the
Yes, well, we have a lot of people
here and we couldn't exactly fit a
three story condo through the
Stargate now could we.
Jared gives McKay a look that says he didn't appreciate the
Right then. You just uh, hollar if
you need anything, and
I'm sure somebody will eh, you
know, yeah. Night then.
McKay turns quicker this time to get to sleep himself, but
he's held up yet again.
Of all the people that could have
found their way here, I hardly
expected such primitives would have
been the first.
That hook got McKay good.
Now wait a minute, what do you mean
-who are you calling primitive?
Have a lot of cities capable of
interstellar travel laying about,
We're making progress.
I thought not.
If you guys were so big and bad
then how come you got your butts
whipped by the Wraith?
McKay strikes a chord of his own now. Jared doesn't answer.
You're different. I don't know what
it is, but--
It digs at you from the inside out,
scraping and picking at your brain.
We're all different.
That's not what I meant.
I've met an Ancient before, and she
wasn't anything like you. I'm going
to figure it out.
You already have Mr. McKay. You
simply refuse to accept it.