SHEPPARD: Yeah, youíve gotta hit it, ungh ... (he demonstrates with his empty hand how it should be done) ... straight on, hard as you can.
(He puts the flattened can down. John reaches forward to a plate of nibbles and takes one. Ronon also takes and eats one.)
SHEPPARD: You know, this is what Iím talkiní about. This is how you spend a day off. Kick back, eat some junk food, listen to some tunes.
DEX: You like this music?
SHEPPARD: What, you donít?
(He picks up an ice pack and puts it on his cheek to soothe the spot where Ronon clunked him earlier.)
DEX: Itís fine.
SHEPPARD: Iím gonna stick to golf. Your gameís a little too much like my day job.
(He eats another snack while Ronon takes a drink from his beer.)
SHEPPARD: So how long have you been here now? A year?
DEX: Year and a half.
SHEPPARD: Year and a half? You ever hang out with anyone else besides me and Teyla? Iím not saying weíre sick of you or anything. I dunno Ė are you datiní anyone?
DEX: You mean like a woman?
SHEPPARD: Or a man. (He shrugs.)
DEX: No. Iím not ready yet.
(John looks up from his magazine.)
SHEPPARD: Not ready yet? Did you leave somebody behind on Sateda?
DEX: Close enough.
(Ronon takes another drink from his beer, grimacing slightly at the taste.)
DEX: What about you?
SHEPPARD: What about me?
DEX: When are you getting married? (He grins.)
SHEPPARD (laughing ruefully): Already done that. Not very good at it. Besides, there really isnít anyone here that ... you know.
DEX: I always thought you and Teyla would, uh ... you know.
DEX (grinning): Yeah. Why not?
SHEPPARD: Umm ...
(A distant explosion can be heard and the room shakes slightly. The men jump to their feet and hurry out as alarms start to sound.)