(Trapped in cocoons on the Wraith hive ship)
McKay: You know, these things are actually quite comfortable. Surprisingly warm...takes all the pressure off the spine. S'pose it's as good a place as any to witness the end of humanity as we know it.
Ronon: You're wasting your energy talking.
McKay: Okay... Let's say a magic fairy comes down and grants you one wish, and we break out. Then what, huh? We're still on a hive, we're still traveling through hyperspace...probably in the massive void between our two galaxies where there aren't even planets, let alone stargates. What then, huh? What, we fly home on the wings of imagination, is that what we do, Ronon?