O’Neill: How hard could it be?
Jackson: It’s a dead language. I doubt anyone’s even stood here for three thousands years.
Carter: I wouldn’t be too sure about that.
O’Neill: Whatcha got there?
Carter: Empty pack of cigarettes. In Russian.
Jackson: If they went through the Gate before everyone at the Russian base was killed they could still be out there.
Carter: It’s doubtful they would have survived this long. The planet’s surface temperature averages 135 degrees fahrenheit in the shade.
O’Neill: Shade? I don’t remember shade.
Jackson: They could have taken shelter in the temple.
O’Neill: Oh. So they figured out how to open the door?
Jackson: I’ll… figure out how to open the door.
O’Neill: General, you know I’m a big fan of the Russians, and international relations are a bit of a hobby of mine. However I do believe that SG-1 should handle this one—alone.
Hammond: The decision’s been made, Colonel. They’re on their way.
Jackson: If these men disappeared ten months ago, how could one of the bodies decompose that fast?
Carter: It didn’t decompose. This skeleton’s covered in tiny teeth marks.
O’Neill: Something ate this guy?
Carter: Stripped the flesh right from his bones.
Jackson: Interesting trap. It doesn’t really protect the sarcophagus but it does lock you in with it.
Jackson: Shouldn’t we open this first, make sure there’s no one home?
Carter: Teal’c, have you ever seen anything like this?
Teal’c: Indeed I have not.
Carter: It looks like someone tried to seal the sarcophagus from the outside.
Carter: Sir, we’ve got a problem.
O’Neill: We’ve got a lot of problems, Carter. Can you be more specific?
Carter: We can stretch out our food rations but our water’s limited to five days.
O’Neill: We won’t be here that long.
Carter: Sir, it’s still alive.
O’Neill: Well, we’ll kill it.
Carter: No, that’s not what I mean. I sensed a presence.
O’Neill: What are you talking about?
Carter: The symbiote—the Goa’uld symbiote. It’s still alive. It’s inside that thing.
Vallarin: Wait here.
Jackson: Yes, you go down the dark hallway alone and I’ll wait here in the dark room alone.
Vallarin/Mardok: Colonel O’Neill! I will have my revenge.
O’Neill: You know, you guys always say that.
Colonel Chekov: I trust this will have no bearing on our future participation.
O’Neill: I wouldn’t count on future participation if I were you.
Colonel Chekov: Hm. I would.