Off the Grid

Carter: What did you say to them?
Mitchell: Look, obviously it didn’t go so well.
Teal’c: I did advise that you were a most unlikely drug smuggler, Colonel Mitchell.
Mitchell: Can we please just fall back to the Gate?

Eight Hours Earlier

Jackson: What the hell was that?
Mitchell: What was what?
Carter: We’re supposed to stay under the radar.
Teal’c: I doubt if this world possesses such technology.

Mitchell: I have no intention of taking anybody on. I’m just going to pose as a buyer.
Jackson: You?
Mitchell: Well no offense, Jackson, but you do not strike me as the drug dealer type. In fact you’re not even close.
Jackson: I think I’m as close as you are.
Carter: Come on, you’re miles away.
Mitchell: Teal’c, which one of us is closer?
Teal’c: I believe the three of you to be equidistant.
Mitchell: Oh please! Mary Poppins is not even in the running.
Carter: Hey!

Carter: What did you say to them?
Mitchell: Look, obviously it didn’t go so well.

Emerson: I can’t think of a better first operational mission for the Odyssey than to bring home SG-1.
Landry: Neither can I, Colonel. Good luck.

Landry: Every minute you waste trying to negotiate, I take one item off the menu.
Nerus: Can we talk over appetizers?

Nerus: Individually frosted cakes! Aha!