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Dr. Kelly: I imagine you had to pull some pretty big strings to make this happen.
Mitchell: Ferguson got that chunk of metal in his head saving my sorry ass four years ago.
Ferguson (Reed Diamond): Doing pretty good. For a guy with a ticking time bomb in his head.
Mitchell: Why don’t we see what the doctors have to say about that.
Ferguson: I’m just doing what the flyer says.
Ferguson: How’s the big important top secret job?
Mitchell: Still top secret.
Ferguson: Oh come on, man, you can tell me. I’m not going to tell anyone. He puts on his serious face. I’m going to die, you know. No flowers?
Mitchell: No. No, hell, I thought about it. But I decided on this instead.
Ba’al: Come now, Teal’c. We’re smart enough to know we’re not actually gods. Well, some of us are anyway. There are always those who will begin to believe their own propaganda. I suppose all you need is enough people to worship you and then what’s the difference? You’re pretty much a god by definition, are you not?
Mitchell about the vending machine: Sorry Doc, you were wrong. Hitting it doesn’t help.
Ba’al: So. Have you given some thought to my proposal? To be honest, you’ve looked better, Teal’c.
Ferguson: My god, you’re going out on other planets through a freakin’ wormhole. You have to be a little nuts.
Mitchell: Hey. When you get to the part with the flight attendant, skip over it. That’s private.
Ferguson: I promise nothing.
Landry: Teal’c is family. I don’t like people screwing with my family.