O'Neill: Break out the fishing gear, General. Our job here is done.
Hammond: I take it your mission was successful.
Carter: In a word, sir. Yes.
O'Neill: In two words. Yes sir.

Hammond: Your initial reports said the Vollians were a simple agrarian society.
O'Neill: That they are.
Jackson: They Volians introduced to another race. Friends of theirs.
O'Neill: Who, while lacking a sense of humor, make up for it in advanced technology.

Hammond: By the way, what do our new friends call themselves?
Carter: The Aschen, sir. They're called the Aschen.

Hammond: Dig a little deeper. Find out from the Vollians are the good neighbors they appear to be.

O'Neill: This is what you're wearing?
Faxon: What's wrong with it?
Teal'c: Nothing.
Carter: You look fine.

Faxon: It looks just like—
O'Neill: Oh yeah. Just when you think you're not in Kansas anymore... you are.

Hammond: You're telling me there's a one-in-four chance that the Aschen home world is a planet that I ordered off limits?
Walter Harriman: Yes sir.

Teal'c: Have you discovered something, Daniel Jackson?
Jackson: Oh god, I hope not. Probably though.

Molum: Colonel, you seem pensive.
O'Neill: No, I was just thinking.

Faxon: History will remember your contribution to this.
O'Neill: O'Neill. Two L's.