Stargate SG-1 Season 3

Maternal Instinct

2000.01.28    

Tony Amendola

Teal’c: What has transpired?
Bra’tac: Chulak was attacked. By Apophis.

O’Neill: Son of a bitch!
Teal’c: Apophis must have transported off of Sokar’s ship before it exploded.
O’Neill: Somebody’s gotta teach that guy how to die.

Bra’tac: The Goa’uld fear and despise Kheb. They forbade anyone from speaking of it long ago.

O’Neill: Scary stories or not, Apophis is just nuts enough to go. I’d like some backup on this one.
Hammond: SG-2 will accompany you.
Bra’tac: As will I.
Jackson: Let’s just hope we’re first.

Carter: No welcoming party.
O’Neill: Well someone’s been reading Martha Stewart.

Monk: Do you seek oneness with Desala?
Jackson: Desala. I know that word. It sounds tribal, African maybe.
Monk: Desala is everything, everywhere.
Jackson: Nature. It’s nature.

Monk: Put no barriers between you and where you are.
O’Neill: Don’t look at me.
I believe he wishes us to take off our boots.
O’Neill: Yeah, look. We’ve been walking a ways today—
Monk: Your journey has only begun.
O’Neill: I’m just saying I think I’m doing us all a big favor by keeping these babies on.

O’Neill: You know me, I’m a huge fan of subtlety, but that’s downright encrypted.

Monk: The sun is warm, the wind is wild. The grass is green along the shores. Here no bull can hide.
O’Neill: I don’t know about that.
Jackson: Jack, he’s speaking in Zen koans.

Bra’tac: So a Jaffa cannot seek oneness before he is willing to die?
Monk: When the mind is freed, no body is required. I sense you are not ready to meet Oma Desala.
Bra’tac: I am not ready to die. But I take solace in the fact that journey is ahead of me.

Monk: Why do you seek this child of flesh and bones?
Jackson: He is the son of my wife.
Monk: But not your son.
Jackson: No. But my wife is dead now and I promised her I would make sure the boy is safe.
Monk: And you are sure he will be safe with you.
Jackson: Yes. Absolutely.
Monk: Because it is so clear, it takes a longer time to realize it. If you immediately know the candlelight is fire, then the meal was cooked a long time ago.
Jackson: Right. I, ah, I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Jackson: Why did you tell me to do that?
Monk: Why did you do it?
Jackson: Because you told me to.
Monk: Because you trusted.
Jackson: Yes.
Monk: Well then use the capacity for trust. Trust Oma Desala. Do not believe you can light the candle, believe she can light the candle.

Jackson: The monk is just someone who’s sort of taken up a curatorship.
O’Neill: Kind of a janitor?
Jackson: More of a guide.
O’Neill: An usher?
Jackson: It doesn’t matter.

O’Neill: We didn’t come here to learn parlor tricks. Is the boy here or not?

O’Neill: Please understand I’m on the verge of ordering a complete search of this place, with or without his cooperation.
Jackson: You can’t do that.
O’Neill: You’re confused, Daniel, I can. So far I haven’t.

O’Neill: If we happen to make it out of this one in one piece, remind me to harm Daniel severely.

Jackson: Jack, if you’re ever going to trust me now is the time. The alien is the one with the powers and she is not someone you want to fool with, if you get my drift.