GRAYDON: Actually, Doctor McKay has managed to narrow the search field to a remarkably small area.
McKAY: Hmm, finally! The voice of reason! Thank you, Doctor… um…
GRAYDON: Graydon.
McKAY: Yes, yes, of course. (He smiles insincerely at Graydon.) Well, welcome to the team.
(Graydon’s smile fades.)
GRAYDON: Uh, I’ve been here almost eight months.
McKAY: Really?
(Graydon nods.)
McKAY: Oh. It’s been that long, has it? (Awkwardly) Time certainly flies.
ZELENKA: Of course, not sitting in a Jumper looking for a needle in a haystack.
McKAY: You know what? Shut up!
DEX: You know what? You shut up, OK?
McKAY: Hey! I don’t hear Grayson complaining!
GRAYDON: Uh, it’s Graydon, with a ‘d’.
McKAY: What? You sure?
GRAYDON: It’s my name.
McKAY: No-no-no, ‘cause I could have sworn that the guy I wanted from your department was called Grayson, ‘cause I remember thinking Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne’s ward.
GRAYDON: Well, it’s Graydon.
McKAY: Oh. Perhaps that means I hired the wrong guy.
