Her'ak: No matter what you have endured, you have never experienced the likes of what Anubis is capable of.
Colonel Jack O'Neill: You ended a sentence with a preposition, bastard!
Jay Felger: At least my heroes exist. If this was a Trek convention, you'd be all dressed up like a Klingon.
Simon Coombs: Vulcan, Felger, Vulcan! And I don't know how you can call yourself a scientist and not worship at the alter of Roddenberry.
Jay Felger: I have Coombs with me.
Simon Coombs: Hi.
Colonel Jack O'Neill: [Furious] Why, look everybody! He's got Coombs with him!
Simon Coombs: Jay, are you sure about this?
Jay Felger: Think about it, Simon. What would Colonel O'Neill do if he was here now?
Simon Coombs: He'd want me to shoot you?
Simon Coombs: Oh, please, huh? They're just tired of your butt-snorkeling.
Her'ak: I am Her'ak. First Prime to Lord Khonsu of Amon Shek.
Colonel Jack O'Neill: Very impressive. Got a résumé?
Her'ak: I captured you.
Colonel Jack O'Neill: Yes. Right, you did. Well done. You've got the job.
Her'ak: His true loyalties were well known. Once his betrayal bore fruit, his existence was no longer required.
Colonel Jack O'Neill: You callin' us fruit?
Teal'c: I believe the Canucks of Vancouver are superior warriors.
Simon Coombs: Oh, come on, Felger. We might as well be wearin' red shirts.
Jay Felger: I don't get that.
Jay Felger: Something hinky's definitely going on here, and it's up to you and I to find out what it is.
Simon Coombs: 'Hinky'?
Jay Felger: Yeah, it's a word.
Simon Coombs: In what dictionary?
Jack O'Neill: You ended that sentence with a preposition! Bastard!