Technician: Let me ask you something. This late at night, there’s not that many people around. Do you get the urge to just dial up the Gate and check out another planet, just for a few minutes?
Harriman: That’d be no.
Technician: Yeah. Me… me neither.
Technician: The Gate’s gone.
Harriman: I can see that.
Technician: Are we going to get in trouble for this?
Jackson: I’d hate to be the guy that has to explain this to the President.
Jackson: Is it just me or does that look like an Asgard beam.
Carter: It does. Which makes no sense. Why would they take our Gate?
O’Neill: Yeah. Usually they ask nicely before they ignore us and do whatever they damn well please.
Jackson: What’s this?
Carter: Methylphosphonic [?] acid.
Jackson: Which is?
Carter: Nerve gas.
Jackson: Okay. Putting that back.
Carter: I think the Trust intends to launch a full-scale chemical attack on the Goa’uld. Without any regard for the millions of Jaffa lives that would be lost in the process.
O’Neill: So they didn’t get the memo.
M’Zel: Teal’c. I have received word from our Jaffa brothers. Three more Goa’uld planets have been attacked. Millions are dead.
Hoskins: This position’s compromised. We need to get out of here now.
Brooks: Yes sir.
Jennings: What about them?
Hoskins: We can’t take them with us.
Jackson: I don’t mind going for a little ride.
Carter: Me neither.