The Shroud
O’Neill: This is new.
Jackson: Yeah it’s always something, isn’t it?
O’Neill: Gotta tell ya, though. Not your look.
Jackson: Jack, you have to believe me.
O’Neill: Why?
Jackson: Why? Well, because, I don’t know, the fate of the galaxy hangs in the balance?
O’Neill: You know, that old chestnut’s getting a little… old.
O’Neill: You of all people should know I don’t believe anything anyone says, even if I know what they’re talking about!
Carter: How’s it going, sir?
O’Neill: Longing for the days when I actually carried a weapon. What do you got?
Carter: A crazy idea.
O’Neill: I’m down with crazy. I like crazy. Crazy and I are like that.
O’Neill: I’ve always been the one who caused the worry, not the worrier.
Landry: If it makes you feel any better, I still worry sometimes too. About you.
O’Neill: Thank you, sir.
Landry: Don’t mention it.
Woolsey is suddenly beamed into the room
O’Neill: I thought we fixed this thing so that wouldn’t happen anymore. {he gets beamed out}
O’Neill: Yep. Just like old times. Except I’m here against my will and you look like Marcel Marseau.
Jackson: Merlin’s gone. He sacrificed himself for it to work.
O’Neill: Yeah? Prove it. {Daniel waves his hand at him} What the hell was that?
Jackson: If I was Merlin you would know.
O’Neill: Well if it did work I think the Ancients would feel obligated to give us a fruit basket or a gift certificate or… something like that.