Hammond: Do we have any idea what makes it tick?
O’Neill: That’s why we’d like to go back, sir. Carter wants to get a closer look with some of her specialized… doohickeys.
Hammond: Doohickeys.
O’Neill: I believe that’s the technical term, sir.
Roham: Without the touchstone to shield us, we shall soon be overtaken by the elements.
Roham: Guards, disarm the wrongdoers.
O’Neill: Hold it! Alright. We came here in peace. We expect to go in one… piece.
Princess La Moor: If my uncle decides to trust you this day, our entire future will depend on this decision.
O’Neill: Okay, that’s a little pressure.
O’Neill: General, would you mind if I have Carter recheck the dialing computer. Just to see if there are any signs of anyone sneaking through the Gate covertly. Behind your back as it were, sir.
Hammond: Nothing happens regarding that Stargate without my knowing about it. If a person sneezes near it, I get a report.
O’Neill: I understand. {he turns to leave}
Hammond: Colonel. Have Carter check it anyway.
Jackson: Have you been watching the Weather Channel?
O’Neill: I’m more of a C-SPAN guy.
Jackson: Who would have been authorized to use the second Gate? I thought it had been officially decommissioned.
O’Neill: It was. Officially.
Hammond: Son, do you know what color this phone is?
O’Neill: Is this where you’re keeping the little green men?
There are no alien life forms at Area 51.
O’Neill: Present company excluded of course.
Colonel Maybourne: Teal’c. It’s good to see you well.
Teal’c: In my culture, I would be well within my rights to dismember you.
Carter: Uh, Colonel. This Gate is plastic.
Maybourne: Take a piece of advice, Jack. Let this one go.
Second Gate Guy: Who the hell are you?
O’Neill: No one’s damn business. Step away from the crate.