Summit

Osiris: You waste my time.
Zipacna: You misunderstand. I’m not asking you to serve me. I must regret that I am merely an emissary for a much more powerful Goa’uld. One whom you once knew well.
Osiris: Of whom do you speak?
Zipacna: Anubis.

O’Neill: It’s always “suicide mission this, save the planet that.” Nobody just stops by to say “hi” anymore.

Ren Au: The deaths of Kronos and Apophis created a power vacuum that the remaining System Lords have been trying to exploit. Over the past seven months they have suffered heavy losses and expended an enormous amount of resources fighting amongst themselves.
O’Neill: Let the good times roll.
Ren Au: Unfortunately, the good times may be coming to an end. They declared a truce. And now it looks as if they’re going to have a meeting to discuss the establishment of a new order.
Hammond: So you want to stop them?
Ren Au: Quite the opposite actually. We want them to meet. It will give us the rare opportunity to strike against all of them at once.
Carter: You’re talking about taking out the entire Goa’uld leadership?
Ren Au: We are.
O’Neill: Welcome to the dark side.

Jackson: So how are you gonna get me in?
Jacob: Yu will be among the System Lords attending.
Carter: I thought you said he was going in as a slave.
Jacob: The System Lord Yu.
Carter: Little joke there.
O’Neill: Funny!

O’Neill: Why do I get the feeling there’s something you’re not telling us?
Jacob: Oh, Jack.

Jacob: All you have to do is prick him. Once. The effect will be immediate. He’ll believe you to be his loyal slave Jerren.
Jackson: Jerren?
Jacob: Just don’t jab yourself with it.
Jackson: Why?
Jacob: Actually I don’t know exactly. That in itself should scare you.

Carter: What are you doing?
Ren Au: I’m cutting power to the base. The energy signature would give away our position. Now they’ll have to resort to random bombardment.
O’Neill: Well that’s encouraging.

Yu: Olokon is still seething over a recent loss to my forces. He may try to kill you out of spite. Do not make me look foolish by allowing yourself to be murdered.
Jackson: Yes, my Lord.

Ren Au: We will die before we give up its secrets.
O’Neill: You know, we really need to come up with a new strategy. One that does not include us dying.

Jacob: How’s it going?
Jackson: Oh, swell. It’s kind of like Goa’uld Mardi Gras here.

Osiris: Daniel Jackson. You’re a rather long way from home, aren’t you?