[Jack is seated on the bench in the adjacent cell, also in an orange jumpsuit. His posture is one of dejection, with his shoulders slumped and his head held by both hands]

Sam: Sir?

Jack: [a minimalist shrug, and a grunt]

Sam: Sir, why are you here?

Jack: [clearly feeling touchy] How should I know? I show up to the station house, and bam! They read me my rights, they make me change, and here I am!"

Sam: [regards him silently for a moment, and then smiles fondly. speaking gently:,] Sir, just exactly what were you wearing?

Jack: [indignantly] Sweats! Just sweats and a watch cap! It was a great outfit! You ki--- I have fond memories of what happened in that outfit!

Sam: [knowingly] The banana yellow ones?

Jack: How'd you know?

Sam: [eyeroll] Lucky guess.

Jack: [perking up slightly] Well, I haven't used my one phone call yet. I'm guessin' not Teal'c. How 'bout Doc Fraiser?

Sam: Yes, sir. Janet would be a great choice!

Jack: [yelling] Hellloooo! I'm rotting away here! How about that phone call I get? Hellloooo! Any time now!