Beneath the Surface

Carter: How do you stay so calm?
O’Neill: I think in another life I handled dangerous explosives. I don’t know.
Carter: What do you mean “in another life”?
O’Neill: I don’t mean anything by it. It’s just an expression, isn’t it?

Jackson: Big night-sick guy with the ah…
Carter: Tor.
Jackson: He said we were part of something called SG-1.
O’Neill: Yeah, what is that?
Carter: A team?
O’Neill: What kind of a name is that for a team?
Jackson: I don’t know. Look, I just think I’m supposed to be doing something more important.
Carter: We’re helping our people survive an ice age.
O’Neill: Yeah, what’s more important than that?

O’Neill: Would you two stop talking like that, for cryin’ out loud? {they look at him}. It’s an expression. Right?

O’Neill: My memory’s fine.
Jackson: Really?
O’Neill: Yeah!
Jackson: What did you do in the mines?
O’Neill: I mined!
Jackson: No, what did you do?
O’Neill: I remember shoveling ore into a cart.
Jackson: And?
O’Neill: I did that a lot.

Carter: We have to keep this to ourselves. If the others heard us talking they’d think we’re night sick.
O’Neill: What if we are night sick?
Carter: I don’t think so, sir.
Jackson: What?
Carter: What?
Jackson: You just called Jonah “sir.”
Carter: Well it’s an expression. Isn’t it?

O’Neill: I dreamed about mining. Naked.

O’Neill: I remembered something. There’s a man. And he’s bald and he wears a short-sleeved shirt, and somehow he’s very important to me. I think his name is Homer.

O’Neill: Where does Homer fit in?
Brenna: You are all they sent down.