Selmak: Kree. Apophis. I am Selmak, commander of this ship.
O'Neill: Commander?
Jacob: You wanna bicker about rank now?

O'Neill: He's lookin' a little pissed.
Carter: We did just destroy his fleet.

O'Neill: I'm enjoying their style. Shoot first, send flowers later.

Jackson: My point is that I'm sure you did your best.
O'Neill: Apparently it wasn't good enough.

O'Neill: I distinctly remember somebody saying, "We're not gonna make it!" I think we made it.
Jacob: I'm sorry I overreacted. At the time it looked very much like we weren't going to make it.
O'Neill: Yes, well. Maybe next time we'll just wait and see.
Jacob: And blow the last chance I might ever have to be right?

O'Neill: Whatcha got going here, Teal'c?
Apophis: Well done, Teal'c. Finally you can resume your rightful position as my first prime.

Teal'c: I have never ceased to be in the service of my god.
O'Neill: Alright. That's sounding a little brainwashy.

Jackson: Teal'c, remember when Apophis brainwashed your son, Rya'c? Or don't.

Carter: We can't let the bugs get a foothold in our galaxy. These things are relentless. Even the Asgards haven't been able to stop them.

I'm gonna go check on Teal'c.
Jack. We got his body back. Getting his mind back might not be as easy.

Apophis is dead.
I don't believe you.
Trust me.
Gods cannot be killed.