Teal’c: Is General Landry not expecting us at his cabin?
Carter: I’ll let him know we’re going to be delayed a little bit.
Vala: I’m sure Colonel Mitchell will be very pleased to hear he’s got more special alone time with the General.
Landry: Checkmate.
Mitchell: Yup. Too good for me, sir.
Landry: Pandering to the ego of a senior officer, Mitchell?
Mitchell: No. Truthfully I always hated the game. If you happen to have Playstation I will happily kick your ass at Socom 3.
Landry: I believe in you, Colonel.
Mitchell: Thank you sir.
Landry: But we’re getting our asses kicked.
Mitchell: Yes we are.
Landry: We’re not going to get medals for participation.
Mitchell: No sir.
Landry: We win or die.
Mitchell: I prefer winning.
Mitchell: Maybe I’m not the only one around here who needs to relax.
Landry: I’ll try not to shoot you before morning.
Mitchell: Thank you sir.
Mitchell: You’re a powerful Air Force General. You could requisition a chopper.
Landry: We don’t use helicopters for our own personal transportation.
Mitchell: Right sir.
Landry: Besides, I already checked. There wasn’t one available.
Teal’c: It is ironic that not so long ago, the mere presence of a Goa’uld on Earth have been cause for great concern.
Carter: Seriously. Who’d ever think that we’d have bigger fish to fry. Or that you’d use the word “ironic” in a sentence.
Teal’c: Indeed.
Landry: The last thing we need is for this place to turn into the O.K. Corral.
Mitchell: Or a vice presidential bird hunt.
Trust Minion: I know what a Goa’uld is.
Mitchell: Do you know you’re working for one? That’s who’s running the Trust these days.
Carter: Holy Hannah! Did you see that thing?
Colonel Reynolds: You think we scared it off now?
Mitchell: No, I think we pissed it off.