Stargate: SG-1

Jack O'Neill: It's always suicide-mission this save-the-planet that. No one ever stops by just to say hi anymore.

Daniel: She's Hathor, the goddess of fertility, inebriety, and music.

Jack O'Neill: Sex, drugs, and rock & roll?

Daniel Jackson: I remember when we were first trying to get the Stargate to work, I would come here and just stare at it for hours.

Dr. Elizabeth Weir: Is that a gentle reminder that you've been an important part of this since the very beginning?

Daniel Jackson: Subtle, huh?

Dr. Elizabeth Weir: I've been awake all weekend. The reality of this is... It's an adrenaline rush.

Daniel Jackson: Hey, at least I know you have a beating heart!

Jack O'Neill: (Hammond has accepted O'Neill's offer of a beer) I hope you like Guinness, sir. It's a perfect substitute for... food.

Jack O'Neill: If it weren't for SG-1, you'd be sitting here with a snake in your head, instead of with your head up your a

(gets cut off)

General Bauer: Enough, Colonel!

Daniel Jackson: So we'd be looking for a needle in a haystack.

Thor: A haystack of infinite size.

Daniel Jackson: That's big.

Capt.: Sir, if you don't mind, your wound is bleeding all over my lab.

Colonel: I hope you diplomatically told him where to shove it.

Capt.: Where's Daniel?

Colonel: Ernest is showing him a new toy.

Capt.: Really, what?

Colonel: Just some fancy light show that may be the key to the universe or something.

Capt.: I've just never blown up a star before.

Colonel: Well they say the first one is always the hardest.

Colonel: It's time for Plan B.

Capt.: We have a Plan B?

Colonel: No, but it's time for one.

Dr. Daniel Jackson, Ph.D.: This tastes like chicken.

Capt.: So what's wrong with it?

Dr. Daniel Jackson, Ph.D.: It's macaroni and cheese.