O'Neill: How hard could it be?
Jackson: It's a dead language. I doubt anyone's even stood here for three thousands years.
Carter: I wouldn't be too sure about that.
O'Neill: Whatcha got there?
Carter: Empty pack of cigarettes. In Russian.

Jackson: If they went through the Gate before everyone at the Russian base was killed they could still be out there.
Carter: It's doubtful they would have survived this long. The planet's surface temperature averages 135 degrees fahrenheit in the shade.
O'Neill: Shade? I don't remember shade.

O'Neill: General, you know I'm a big fan of the Russians, and international relations are a bit of a hobby of mine, however I do believe that SG-1 should handle this one. Alone.
Hammond: The decision's been made, Colonel. They're on their way.

Jackson: If these men disappeared ten months ago, how could one of the bodies decompose that fast?
Carter: It didn't decompose. This skeleton's covered in tiny teeth marks.
O'Neill: Something ate this guy?

Jackson: Shouldn't we open this first, make sure no one's home?

Carter: Whatever killed the Russian soldier killed the Goa'uld as well.
O'Neill: How'd it get in there?
Carter: I don't know.
Jackson: Better question is, where is it now?

Carter: Sir, we've got a problem.
O'Neill: We've got a lot of problems, Carter. Can you be more specific?

O'Neill: This was supposed to be a rescue mission.
Teal'c: It would appear there is no one left to rescue.
Jackson: I wouldn't say that.

Vallarin: Wait here.
Jackson: Yes, you go down the dark hallway alone and I'll wait here in the dark room alone.

Colonel Chekhov: I trust this will have no bearing on our future participation.
O'Neill: I wouldn't count on future participation if I were you.
Colonel Chekhov: Hm. I would.