Maybourne: I helped myself. I hope you don’t mind.
O’Neill: You’re eating my dog.
Maybourne: Want it back?
O’Neill: Would you like a beer to wash it down?
Maybourne: Already got one.
O’Neill: What are you doing here?
Maybourne: I can’t drop by an old friend’s house for a little barbecue?
O’Neill: Well there’s that whole treason thing.
Maybourne: Well. Thanks for the beer. Nothing I like more than a good weiner.
O’Neill: Yes. You are what you eat.
Teal’c: Are you able to translate any of this, Jonas Quinn?
Jonas: It’s not Ancient, but it’s definitely a language belonging to one of the races of the Ancient alliance.
O’Neill: Nox? Asgard?
O’Neill: D’oh! No, not those guys.
O’Neill: Oh, I don’t know. I just can’t imagine cute little furry things making big powerful weapons, that’s all.
Jonas: I don’t even know what they look like.
O’Neill: “Furling”. Sounds cute and fuzzy to me.
O’Neill: You know, Harry. It’s not that I can’t believe you lied to me again. It’s that you lied to me. Again!
Maybourne: You don’t find things a little spooky around here?
O’Neill: Made so only by your presence!
O’Neill: You and I are the only ones here. Trust me, the only one you have to be afraid of around here is me.
Carter: It just… it feels like we just lost Daniel. And I don’t know if I can…
O’Neill: I think you’ve suffered enough. Hell, I even got to shoot you.
O’Neill: I think the Tok’ra should be able to find a nice planet for you.
Maybourne: Thanks Jack.
O’Neill: Sure, Harry. Sure.