Jack about the Tok'ra being vague Now, see, that's rude. I hate that. In fact, the Tok'ra are starting to annoy me in general.
Sam: Sir?
Jack: Don't get me wrong, Carter, your dad's great. I love him like a brother. But every time they show up, it just seems like it's just all kinds of...
Anise, in her little 'Look at me, I'm Hathor's sister' getup comes through the Gate. Daniel and Jack, who were obviously expecting Mr. Teeth, are... surprised, to say the least.
Daniel: Yup, that looks like trouble to me.
Which is exactly what every other shipper across the galaxy was thinking...
***
Anise: In the interests of the Human-Tok'ra alliance, I expected you to cooperate... I had hoped to begin human trial experiments immediately.
Watch out, people, she's gonna play the "Tok'ra Superiority Card"...
Jack: What's the rush?
A: If you are not willing to trust us and participate, I will find human subjects on another planet.
Ah... 'Human subjects'. Don't you feel so gosh darn lucky to have such allies?
***
Janet: You were going to show me how to read this thing... (The bioreader)
Anise taking it away from her briskly I will. Later. Much later.
***
Anise: They are in no danger.
Janet: I disagree. Their symptoms are indicative of the presence of a virus.
Anise explains how, yeah, it IS a virus, I just hadn't gotten around to mentioning this.
Hammond: Doesn't that concern you?
Memo to George: WHY SHOULD IT?
Anise rambles some more about the armband's workings
Janet: That's all speculation. Major Carter's bloodwork showed a dangerous amount of adreneline in her system.
Anise: I object to the interference in my experiment.
Janet: And I object to being kept in the dark about the condition of people whose health I am responsible for!
Anise: Are you suggesting I would risk their health?
Janet gives her a look that basically says: You've got two brains in that head and you JUST figured it out?
***
Anise: There is no evidence of a downside.
Janet: Yet.
You go girl.
***
Anise: General Hammond, I have recieved a message from the Tok'ra High Council.
Hammond: What?
Anise: I reported the progress of the experiments and they have made a suggestion.
Hammond: Regarding?
Anise: The Tok'ra High Council would like to forward the idea of putting SG-1's new skills into pratical use.
Jack: "YES... sir."
Hammond: What are you suggesting?
Anise: We have just recieved new information regarding a new class of battleship that Apophis is building.
Hammond: Just recieved?
That's right, me boy. Ask questions. Ask lots of questions.
Anise: Our internal attempt at sabotage has already failed. However, based on our intelligence snicker a special covert team could...
Hammond: You've known all along.
Anise: Excuse me? That's right, honey, stall stall stall...
Hammond: This was the point, wasn't it?
Freya: General, I assure you...
Hammond: I assure YOU. I've been at this a long time, and I know damn well when I'm being manipulated.
Damn well!
Freya: I realize how this must look. However, in the interests of the Tok'ra-Earth alliance blah blah blah...
Hammond: Don't give me that load of bunk! Right now, I don't think the Tok'ra have my people's best interests in mind.
Here's a question: When have they ever?
***
Anise: You left the armbands behind?
Carter: We had other things on our mind.
Like staying alive.
Anise: Understandable. Snort Colonel...
Freya: Anise and I both hope we can work together again in the future As opposed to... working together again in the past?
Jack: Both of you...? Can't wait for THAT.
And here's the scary part: Anise's discerning look around the Gate room. One can almost hear her thoughts. "A little paint there, some freaky crystal tunnels... oh yeah, we'll be able to do sooo much more with this place..."