Sarah: It's like you fell off the face of the Earth.
Jackson: Yeah, it is a little like that, isn't it?

Steven: As I recall, last time I saw you, you were giving a lecture to an empty room.
Jackson: Well it was full when I started.

O'Neill: Carter! You finally ready to take me up on that fishing trip?
Carter: Actually, sir, I have a few projects [of my own].
O'Neill: Come on. Are you really trying to tell me you'd rather work in the dark, dank, dismal underground than sit on a dock with your feet perched up, sipping a cold one and casting for that ever-illusive crappie?
Carter: As strange as it may sound sir, yes.

O'Neill: Teal'c! It'll be great. It'll be just you and me. And the loons. Don't forget the loons!

O'Neill: Just so we're clear on this, sir, it'll be me, Teal'c and the great outdoors. That means no cell phones, no faxes, not another living soul for miles. We'll be unavailable, inaccessible...
Hammond: Incommunicado...
O'Neill: Minnesota, sir.
Hammond: I stand corrected.
O'Neill: If there's an emergency back at the base you better plan ahead and tell me now.

Teal'c: There appears to be no fish here, O'Neill.
O'Neill: T. It's not about the actual fish themselves. Fish are not important in this context. It's about fishing. The act of fishing itself.
Teal'c: I see.

Hammond: Major, if what you're saying is true and the second jar survived the trip unscathed—
Carter: Yes sir. There could be a Goa'uld in there.

Sarah: You're just going to disappear again aren't you?
Jackson: Yes.
Sarah: Maybe Steven was right. You never should have come back.

Carter: You all right?
Jackson: Oh yeah. {about the hand device} Getting used to that thing.