Jacob: So. You guys are the talk of the Tok’ra water cooler.
O’Neill: For what?
Jacob: Kickin’ some major Hathor behind.
O’Neill: Yes, we do take pride in good work. But that’s not why you’re here.
Jacob: We need your help.
Carter: You need our help? With what?
Jacob: Let’s just call it an old hunt.
O’Neill: Alright. Who’s this Setesh fella?
Jackson: Otherwise known as Setec. Set. Seti. Seth. Ancient Egyptian god of chaos. The embodiment of hostility and… outright evil.
Hammond: Why haven’t we heard of him before?
Jackson: Well I’m guessing we haven’t even scratched the surface on meeting all the Goa’uld System Lords. There’s probably thousands we haven’t even heard of, right?
Jacob: Only dozens in the ranks of System Lords. Thousands of Goa’ulds in general.
Carter: What makes you think we would have met this one?
Jacob: The Tok’ra council has been taking a Goa’uld census of sorts. Where the System Lords have positioned themselves, what domain they rule. Who serves under them, that sort of thing. But there’s one Goa’uld we’ve lost track of.
O’Neill: Seth.
Jacob: Our record of him ends when Earth’s gate was buried in ancient Egypt
Carter: Are you saying he never left?
Jacob: That’s our theory. We think he still might be here. Hiding among Earth’s people.
Selmak: Your father has an unresolved issue on this planet and frankly it’s beginning to irritate me.
Carter: Mark.
Selmak: Yes. Your father is a proud man. He refuses to seek out your brother and mend their relationship.
Carter: Yeah. Well, Mark isn’t exactly rushing into my father’s arms either. Even when we thought Dad was going to die he didn’t return my call.
Selmak: It hurt your father deeply that his son did not come to his deathbed. Now why would it hurt? As far as I was concerned the kid wasn’t my son anymore. It didn’t hurt a bit.
Teal’c: Because the creatures represents Setesh, the elements of the Setesh guard have continued to be the source of many jokes among the Jaffa.
O’Neill: Jaffa jokes? Let’s hear one of them.
Teal’c: I shall attempt to translate one, O’Neill. A Serpent guard, a Horus guard and a Setesh guard meet on a neutral planet. It is a tense moment. The Serpent guard’s eyes glow. The Horus guard’s beak glistens. The Setesh guard’s nose drips. {he starts laughing… and no one else does}
Jason Levinson: You guys came prepared. I’m going with you.
Jackson: I think it’d be safer for everyone if you wait for us here.
O’Neill: AK47. Couple Uzis. Anyone think they observed the requisite fifteen day waiting period for those weapons?
Carter: Sir, their sidearms. I think it’s safe to say there’s a Goa’uld there. And it looks like a pair of 50-cals.
O’Neill: Does the concept of overkill mean anything to anybody?
James Hamner: You have a rather insubordinate subordinate, General.
Jacob: He’s not insubordinate to me, only to people such as yourself. Saves me the trouble.
Hamner: You wanna tell me what’s going on?
O’Neill: Didn’t you say you know more than I do?
Hamner: Well apparently not. I just got off the phone with the President.
O’Neill: Of the United States of America? Sweet.
O’Neill: So help me, if I wake up and I’m singing soprano…
Hamner: I have to prepare for the worst. If your people have been caught and I don’t act, it’s on me if they get killed.
Jacob: It won’t be on you, it’ll be on me.
Teal’c: It will reside on me also.