I remembered something. There's a man. He is bald and wears a short sleeve shirt. And somehow, he is important to me... I think his name is... Homer.
To be honest, I wouldn't mind one last jaunt through the old orifice.
What kind of archaeologist carries a weapon?
Never in the history of boredom has anyone been more bored than I am right now.
How many times have I told you, don't get caught by the bad guys!
Hammond is insisting SG-1 needs a sociopolitical nerd to offset our overwhelming coolness.