General Landry: Colonel Carter – I’ve read your proposal.
General Landry: And I’m not exactly sure what an aneurysm feels like, but I suspect I’m pretty close.
Mitchell: I’m glad I'm not the only one.
Dr. Lee: I admit it’s a pretty sound theory. Pardon the pun. (chuckling) Ultra-sonic waves. (laughs) Uhh, that’s good. Anyway…
General Landry: According to the mission report on your first encounter with Orlin, you two had an…’intimate’ relationship?
Sam: Uh, well, we did. But, uh, he didn’t look like that. He was…
Dr. Lam: Taller?
Sam: He was a grown man.
Dr. Lee: You know, I keep telling myself that one of these days I’m going to do something that gets me a little respect.
Daniel: We’re all waiting for that day, Bill.
Sam: Of course, we’re presuming that the staff weapons the Priors carry are also mentally activated, and will also be neutralized.
Mitchell: While we’re at it, why don’t we just assume that I can fly?
Dr. Lee: Oh, actually, I’ve been working on a theory…
Mitchell: Relax, Jackson. I spent two weeks wih these guys. You got nothing to worry about.
Daniel: Well, considering what happened the last time we were here, you’ll forgive me if I’m a little cautious.
Mitchell: We’ll be fine.
Daniel: (after being caught by the Sodan) We still fine?
Mitchell: Yeah, we’re fine.
Daniel: Good, just checking.
Orlin: I know it must be kind of weird, my appearing this young.
Sam: A little, but I understand.
Orlin: My only regret in all this is that human social conventions preclude us from showing affection the way I wish I could.
Sam: Excuse me?
Orlin: I am hungry. Maybe it’s just me; it has been a while since I experienced human senses, but this food doesn’t smell very good.
Sam: That’s because it’s not very good.
Sam: You built a Stargate in my basement using spare-parts from a toaster.
Orlin: Actually, this will be a little harder than that.
Mitchell: Well, you don’t think that getting a whole galaxy to bow down and worship you, is something to write home about?