Paradise Lost

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: I heard about what happened with Prometheus.
O’Neill: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Maybourne: Oh, nice delivery.
O’Neill: Yeah, I gotta work on that a little.

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?
Jonas: Furlings.
O’Neill: D’oh! No, not those guys.
Jonas: What?
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: Carter.
Carter: Colonels.
Maybourne: Major.
O’Neill: Jonas?

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!

O’Neill: We’re gonna need food and drinkable water.
Maybourne: I’ve been drinking the lake straight up.
O’Neill: Well that’s smart.
Maybourne: I’m not dead yet.
O’Neill: It’s early.

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.
Maybourne: Twice.
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.