Stargate SG-1 Season 3

Legacy

1999.07.16    

Teryl Rothery

Jackson: Do you believe in ghosts?
O’Neill: Ah… no.
Jackson: Neither do I. Which means there has to be a logical explanation.

Jackson: I translated a phrase in the tablet that I thought meant “attack.” But when I refined the translation, I realized it means “to enter by infiltration.”
O’Neill: And you think that’s what they’re doing?
Jackson: Yes.
O’Neill: Through your closet?

Jackson: They’re here. They’ve entered by infiltration and now they want me as a host.
O’Neill: All nine of them?
Jackson: That sounds crazy, huh?
O’Neill: Mm…. yeah. You gotta admit there are some holes in your theory here.
Jackson: Well it’s a theory, not a proof.
O’Neill: Why are you the only one that can see them? Why didn’t they come through my closet? Aside from the fact that yours is cleaner.

Jackson: I don’t feel off. I feel fine. No headaches, no tension. I feel… normal.
O’Neill: That’s because it was just stress. And I have a very calming effect on stressed out people. How about a game of gin?
Jackson: I’m not very good at gin.
O’Neill: Good! Get the cards.

Jackson: I saw something come out of me and go into Teal’c. And then I heard Machello’s voice.
O’Neill: Ah… Machello?
Jackson: Just, just hear me out. I’m guessing it wasn’t actually Machello. It was probably some sort of technological or organic recording. And it said something about delivering Machello to the Goa’uld. Which made me start thinking. Maybe I had some sort of… Goa’uld-killing invention inside of me. One of Machello’s inventions.
O’Neill: And that’s what made you… nuts?
Jackson: Well since I don’t have a Goa’uld the side effect of his invention must make normal people act like they’re…
O’Neill: Nuts.
Jackson: Schizophrenic. Look, Teal’c is sick, right?
O’Neill: Right.
Jackson: Well he does have a Goa’uld.

O’Neill: Is there anything we can do from in here?
Fraiser: Nothing, Colonel. All the specimens are inside us. And since we’re infected with multiple organisms we can expect our symptoms to be rapidly acute.
O’Neill: I’d like to apologize in advance for anything I may say or do that could be construed as offensive as I slowly go nuts!
Fraiser: Likewise, Colonel.

Jackson: Sam, you’ve got four of those things in you.
Carter: I know that, but I feel fine.
O’Neill: You’re not seeing or hearing any of this stuff?
Carter: No. Sir, I feel completely normal. Somehow I must be immune.