So, was is just me, or was Hathor wearing a wig? Because that was kinda strange to me. And what was with the hot tub? "Wooo! Look at me, I'm an alien in a hot tub." I have to hand it to Hathor, though. If you are going to take over an entire military complex and turn it into your own private Procreation Centre, the hot tub is probably the best way to go. This is not from personal experience or anything, I'm just saying...
When I first saw this episode I really liked it. Don't ask me why. I have really weird taste! You guys should know that! Anyway, since then, after quite a few viewings, it has become one of my favourite episodes to make fun of. It's just so easy! These are just a few, mind you.
Scene: Daniel has just entered Hathors room.
Daniel: So you actually create the larva! How?
Hathor: We must first have the code of life from the juices of the species intended as the host.
Me: Ooooh! DNA! Yay! They're going to mention DNA.
Daniel: Code of life?
Me: DNA!
Hathor: In order to ensure compatibility for the Goa'uld child and the host.
Me: DNA you idiot!!
Daniel: DNA? You mean you need DNA to prevent rejection.
Me: What have I been telling you?
Hathor: The code of life.
Me: Thank you, thank you, but no one listens and no one cares.
Hathor: We do so enjoy the method of procuring the code in your species. It is much more pleasurable than most.
Daniel: I bet.
Me: Whoo hoo!
Scene: Captain Carter, Dr. Fraisier, and company are invading the locker room.
:::Carter makes weird signals with her hands. The others nod:::
Me: (As Airman) I have no clue what you're saying but let's do it anyway.
:::Carter walks in and sees Hathor sitting there in the hot tub.:::
Me: (As Carter) Eeew. Well I'm never going in *there* again.
Hathor: Ray tell nock.
Me: (as Hathor) Translation? My mother ate the elephant on my aunts table. But hey! They don't know that.
:::All the men come around and form a protective shield in front of Hathor:::
General Hammond: Stand down Captain....unless you plan to kill us.
Me: (As Carter) Oh God, don't tempt me!
O'Neill: Is this any way to treat a guest, Captain?
Me: (As Carter) Well that depends. Are we talking my house or yours. Because in your house I know you always make them sleep on the couch and only eat things on the left side of the fridge. But if we're talking *my house* well then I'm far more hospitable than you are so I'm not sure--- (Sounds of gun fire and Carter screaming starts and is abruptly cut off).
And those are just a few. You don't want me to get started on the *really* werid ones.