Narim: Counselor Omoc was well aware that he had very few true friends. He was not concerned with trivial relationships. In his testament, he asked that his memorial be attended only by those whom he respected.
Jackson: Uh, no offense, but what are we doing here?
Narim: He may not have shown you much warmth or affection, but I can tell you Omoc had a great deal of reverence for all of you.

Carter: Sir? Narim just handed me this.
Narim: Samantha, I'm sorry I was unable to tell you this in person. I do not know who I can trust. Before his death, Omoc gave me a warning and I believe it to be true. Earth is in grave danger.

Narim: As you know another world once destroyed themselves because we shared our technology with them. That's why we had so strongly resisted sharing what we know with more primitive societies.
O'Neill: You know we prefer "less advanced" if you don't mind.

Hammond: Colonel, under the circumstances—
O'Neill: If you're going to recommend, sir, that I continue to be suspicious and skeptical...
Hammond: I wouldn't waste my time.
O'Neill: Good thinking sir.

Hammond: What you're sensing as trouble could be simple internal political wrangling.
O'Neill: I understand that.
Hammond: Or we could be walking into a minefield.
O'Neill: Thank you sir. These little chats of ours always bring me great joy. And serve to ease my mind.

O'Neill: Do you people practice being vague?

Hammond: As far as what you told me, there seems to be an evil conspiracy among the Tollan Curia, whose apparent goal is to give us everything we ever wanted. That makes no sense.
O'Neill: I said that.

Travell: Apparently the one he serves has no name.
Tanith: Oh, he has a name. The likes of you are simply forbidden to know it.