O’Neill: Captain Carter?
Carter: Sir?
O’Neill: Were you able to put enough C-4 around this ship to make a dent?
Carter: We placed charges where they should generate secondary explosions, so… yes sir. Should make a helluva dent.
O’Neill: Thank you.
Carter: Given enough time, I might be able to figure out—
O’Neill: Negative. We should expect some of their reinforcements through that door any second. Stand by to detonate your charges on my order.
Carter: Yes sir.
Jackson: Wait.
O’Neill: Daniel! If we don’t stop them now we may never stop them.
Jackson: Yeah, I know that. {he find some C-4 in his vest}. Let’s just make as big a dent as possible, okay?
Carter: Ready and awaiting your order, sir.
O’Neill: Okay. Well, I suppose now is the time for me to say something profound. […] Nothing comes to mind. Let’s do it.
Jaffa are trying to break down the door.
O’Neill: Just a minute!
O’Neill: This is turning out to be a bad day.
Carter after mistakenly biting Jack: Sorry sir. It’s just so dark.
O’Neill: Aw Carter! It’s okay. I like your attitude.
O’Neill: All right, take it easy Daniel. We’ve been in worse situations than this.
Teal’c: Not to my knowledge.
O’Neill: Thanks Teal’c.
O’Neill: Carter. If someone comes in here… bite ’em in the hand.
Carter: Yes sir.
Bra’tac: You should not have come.
Teal’c: I stand by my friends. I believe this world may be our only hope of one day overcoming the false gods.
Bra’tac: Yes. As pathetic as that may seem at the moment… I agree.
Samuels: Forgive me, sir. I know how important SG-1 is to you. But this is wishful thinking.
Hammond: So’s your plan, Colonel. That hasn’t stopped us from going ahead with it.
Bra’tac: Perhaps when the warships of your world attack, we may be able—
Carter: Ah ah ah. Excuse me. Did you say, “ships of our world”?
Bra’tac: Surely you have such vessels.
Jackson: Well, we have a number of… shuttles.
O’Neill: Shuttles.
Bra’tac: These “shuttles”, they are a formidable craft?
O’Neill: Oh, yeah. Yeah. {to himself} Bad day.
Hammond: Once through the Stargate, you will find yourself on the opposite side of this galaxy. A place we call “Alpha Site”. If we do not prevail, you—and those that follow—will call it home. A new colony. God speed.
O’Neill: How many in your wing?
Bra’tac: Three.
O’Neill: Three?
Bra’tac: Teal’c makes four.
O’Neill: Oh, well. Four.
Bra’tac: I have trained these warriors since they were chal’ti. They have sworn their lives to me. It is no simple thing to ask.
O’Neill: And we appreciate it, believe me. But what are the odds of taking out a ship like this with four gliders and—maybe—a shuttle?
O’Neill: I think it’s time for a new plan.
Bra’tac: We offer to lay down our lives for your world, Human. You can not ask more
O’Neill: No. I can’t. But I think the better idea is to get the other guys to lay down their lives for world first. Hm?
Bra’tac: We shall have to cross that bridge when we come to it.
O’Neill: You know, that particular cliché doesn’t… always work.
Samuels: General, maybe we should consider using the Stargate as a strategic weapons platform.
Hammond: How?
Samuels: By sending a bomb to the coordinates Dr. Jackson was talking about. Or to Chulak.
Hammond: We already tried to send a team through to Dr. Jackson’s coordinates. It won’t work. And I can’t think of any military reason to wipe out the people of Chulak.
Samuels: Well sir, since I’m no longer wanted or needed here, I respectfully request permission to join one of the teams headed to the Alpha site.
Hammond: Permission denied. The idea is to send the best and the brightest, Colonel.
Klorel: Come. Witness the power of your god.
Bra’tac: I cannot.
Klorel: Why do you defy me?
Bra’tac: Because you are not a god. You are a parasite within a child. And I despise you.
O’Neill: Daniel. Damn it!
Jackson: I’m dead anyway. Just get outta here.
O’Neill: I am not leaving you here, Daniel!
Jackson: Get out of here! We’re just going to blow up with the other ship anyway. What difference does it make! Go! Just go…. I’ll stay and watch your back.
Apophis: Bra’tac. How dare you betray me!
Bra’tac: I have spent one hundred and thirty-three years worshipping false gods. No more!
Bra’tac: The field generators are far below. There—in the very bowels of the ship. We must climb down several decks through the length of the ship, then taking our weapons, we must… {Jack launches the grenades down into the core}
O’Neill: Grenades.
Bra’tac: Now we die.
O’Neill: Well, that’s a bad plan.
O’Neill: Our time is up, we have got to go!
Carter: Punch it.
Carter: It’s gonna be a beautiful sunset, sir.
O’Neill: You know, Captain. This wasn’t such a bad day after all.
Carter: Not bad at all.
Bra’tac: We die well, Teal’c.
Teal’c: More than that, old friend. We die free.
O’Neill: Or not.
Bra’tac: You are Hammond of Texas.
Hammond: I am.
Bra’tac: Your warriors serve you well.
Hammond: SG-1, there’s someone who’d like to see you.
Carter: Daniel!
O’Neill: Ha ha ha! Space Monkey.