Hammond: Jack. I let myself in. Hope you don’t mind.
O’Neill: Absolutely not. Welcome.
Hammond: Thank you.
O’Neill: Miss the chair?
Hammond: Actually, I do.
O’Neill: Want it back?
Hammond: As a matter of fact, I do. My new one just isn’t the same.
O’Neill: That’s not exactly what I meant…
Hammond: I sat back and watched you people go on a lot of adventures over the years.
Jackson: It’s just, I thought when you were replaced at the SGC you were sort of buckin’ for retirement.
Hammond: And then I led Prometheus against Anubis’ fleet.
Jackson: It’s little strange, isn’t it? See, that weapon I shot you with should have killed you. What’s even stranger is you guys usually don’t take prisoners either. I mean it’s kind of kill first and…. No, that’s generally just about it. Just the killing.
Colonel Reynolds: The control crystals for both sublight and hyperdrive engines are totally fried.
Dr. Novak: Looks like they were deliberately sabotaged.
Hammond: Can they be repaired?
Dr. Novak: In a word? “No.” We need a new one.
Colonel Reynolds: With all due respect, sir, I—
Hammond: Colonel, someone took my ship. I want it back.
Jackson: You’re a Goa’uld.
Vala: No, but I was once a host to one.
Jackson: Which would explain the naquadah in your blood that lets you use Goa’uld technology.
Vala: And how I can quickly learn to fly this rather primitive ship.
Jackson: Yeah, so primitive I wonder why it was worth the bother.
Vala: Well in this case it’s the size that matters.
Vala: Come on, Daniel. You’ve seen me naked. The least you could do is cook me dinner.