There But for the Grace of God

Carter: Found a souvenir shop, sir.

Jackson: Jack? Sam? Teal’c? {to himself} Oh, I really hate it when this happens.

Jackson: General, what’s this all about?
Colonel Hammond: General? Do you see stars anywhere on my uniform?

Jackson: I know you. I belong here. You don’t.
Catherine Langford: Excuse me.
Jackson: You were retired. Uh, at least the Air Force made you retire. You were supposed to be at home living happily ever after with Ernest.
Catherine Langford: What?
Jackson: The man you were supposed to marry in 1945.

Jackson: Okay, a few hours ago everything about this place was completely different. Well I mean not completely different. You’re still you. Sort of.

Jackson: Okay. Now maybe I have completely lost my mind here, but as far as I am concerned we know each other very well. You know everything that I know.

Jackson: So if you’ve never been to Chulak you’ve probably never even met Teal’c.
General O’Neill: Teal?
Jackson: No. Teal’c!

General O’Neill: Report, Doctor.
Dr. Carter: We’ve lost Washington and Philadelphia, sir.
Jackson: I’m sorry. What do you mean “lost”?

Broadcaster: All military efforts to engage the Goa’uld ships have proven inconsequential. As in Europe, Asia and Africa—
Jackson: The Goa’ulds?
Dr. Carter: The ships appeared four days ago.
Broadcaster: —they have slowly begun systematically annihilating all signs of civilization. Starting on the East Coast and moving west with frightening inevitability. There has been no response to attempted communications with the aliens. Thus far, they have left no survivors in the wake of their seemingly unstoppable wave of destruction.

Jackson: You’re sending a nuclear weapon to Chulak?
General O’Neill: You got a problem with that?
Jackson: The Jaffa aren’t your enemy. They’re slaves.

General O’Neill: Unless this man has more information we can use I don’t want to see him again.

Dr. Carter: Basically, scientists have theorized that there are an infinite number of dimensions, each containing a possible version of reality.
Jackson: Well it sounds like I theoretically possibly found one.

Jackson: Uh oh.
Dr. Carter: What?
Jackson: I think I’m dead.
Dr. Carter: What?
Jackson: The me in this reality.

Dr. Carter: It’s incredible.
General O’Neill: It’s supposed to be theoretical.
Dr. Carter: Not anymore.

Dr. Carter: What makes you think the Goa’uld are even going to try attacking Earth in your universe?
Jackson: Oh I’d say we’ve pissed the Goa’uld off just as much as you have. Probably even more.

Catherine: I take it they’re not engaged in your reality.
Jackson: No.

Jackson: Thank you.
Catherine: You helped reunite me with Ernest in the other world? {he nods}. I guess in the grand scheme of things, we’re even.

Dr. Carter: Oh yeah. I also wish to blow us all to hell. {she pulls out a grenade and its pin from behind her back}

O’Neill: Okay, let’s get him back to Earth.
Jackson: No, Jack! We’re all in very big trouble. They’re coming. They’re coming.