Cassandra: Dominic’s waiting.
Dr. Janet Fraiser: Fine. invite him in. I’m sure he’d love have a piece of the birthday cake that Sam went to all the trouble to bake.
Carter: Buy.
Dr. Fraiser: Bring.
Cassandra: Mom.
Dr. Fraiser: I’m here.
Cassandra: I couldn’t finish the harvest.
Dr. Fraiser: That’s okay.
Cassandra: I have to go into the forest.
Cassandra: You’re not my mother.
Dr. Fraiser: Okay. Then what have I been to you these past few years?
Cassandra: You don’t understand.
Dr. Fraiser: Alright, listen to me. If nothing else, I am your doctor, Cassandra. So let’s go.
Cassandra: So what!?
Dr. Fraiser: I care about what happens to you.
Cassandra: I know what’s happening to me.
Carter: Oh. Okay. What?
Cassandra: I’m changing. Into something. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
Carter: You know how me and your mom feel when someone issues a challenge like that.
Cassandra: Dr. Fraiser isn’t my real mother. She died. When Nirrti poisoned the village.
Carter: I know that. Janet knows that too. And please, don’t call her Dr. Fraiser.
Cassandra: Why?
Carter: Because she loves you and she deserves better. We all do for that matter.
Cassandra: Jack calls them horses.
Carter: Yeah, well, that’s Colonel O’Neill for you.
Cassandra: He always pretends he’s not as smart as he really is.
Cassandra: What do you see when you look at me now?
Carter: I see you. And until your head starts spinning around—and probably even then—I will still see you.
Dr. Fraiser: Sweetheart, sometimes when a person is sick it’s important for them to fight. I want you to fight this, okay?
Jackson about Nirrti: The rings in the lab. That wasn’t me, that was her.
O’Neill: I figure you fought her off the first time, I’m safer here with you.
Cassandra: She was here the whole time you’ve been back.
O’Neill: We’ll find her.
Dr. Fraiser: No, she’s right. Why did she wait until now to come after Cassandra?
O’Neill: General, with all due respect sir. It’s not like we’re negotiating with terrorists.
Hammond: It’s exactly like that, Colonel. You’re letting you emotions get in the way.
O’Neill: Yes. I am. Shouldn’t you be?
Carter: Sir, I don’t have to remind you what Cassandra has gone through because of the Goa’uld. Now if we’re going to put what we may learn or what might happen over her life—
O’Neill: It’s time to pack it in.
Jackson: I agree.
O’Neill: We’ve never dialed these coordinates before. I… sort of hope you know what you’re doing.