"But... it's pink..."
"So?"
"So... Well, that can't be good."
"Ah! Don't say 'ka' until you try it."
"Ka?"
"It's the Unas' word for 'no'."
"Unas?"
"Big, honkin' creatures. Big teeth. Claws. Don't cross 'em."
"Uh... Will we be crossing them?"
"Not intentionally, no. But hey, you never know."
"Why are we doing this, again?"
"Listen up, Sandburg..."
"I'm Ellison -- that's Sandburg."
"Right. Ellison. You do get the concept of 'When in Rome...' don't you?"
"But... it's pink."
"Yes, it is. Daniel? You want to run the significance of this pink ostrich feather thing-a-ma-jig by us again?"
"Ah... that... that won't be necessary. I'll, uh, I'll just... There. How's that?"
"Good man. You'll do just fine."
"Um, O'Neill?"
"Yeah?"
"You do realize this will make us stick out like a sore thumb in..."
"Yes, well, that's why we are taking you along, right? So you can give us plenty of warning to make like a ostrich?"
"Uh... Is he always like this?"
"Ah! I heard that! Everyone ready? Good, let's move out. Come on Sandburg, we haven't got all day!"
"It's Ellison. Geesh, can't you keep us straight?"
"Hey, I'm as bent as you are."
"Oh. Well... That's..."
"Between you and me. And Daniel and your..."
"Oh... Right. Right, understood."
"Good. Now get packing."
"Pack what? Is he always like this? That can't be good..."
"Hey, I'm wearing pink feathers. What do you expect?"