Sam: Thought you were gone for good, Sir.
Jack: Wild horses, Captain.
O'Neill: You know, I can navigate my way acrss a galaxy. But I still get lost every time I come to Washington.
Carter: Don't worry sir, these are my old stomping grounds.
O'Neill: Sorry to hear that.
Carter: Years at the pentagon trying to make the Stargate program a reality; time well spent.
O'Neill: Ya think?
Carter: As in my father, yes, sir.
O'Neill: Get outta town. Sam's dad? I've heard nothing about you, sir.
O'Neill: What's with the "worm" part? The "worm" thing -- I, I don't get that.
Carter: That's just a metaphor.
O'Neill: Right, I knew that.
O'Neill: Will you stop that?!
Carter: We're in trouble, Sir.
O'Neill: Thank you... Think of something.
