Daniel: [muttering under his breath] Jaaack? That guy? Behind Sam?
Sam: [is trying her best to ignore, but the fellow keeps poking her with something, and it's very hard not to react] Sir? I'm finding this a little... less than optimal, sir.
Jack: It's our overwhelming coolness, campers! Everyone wants in. Happens on the elevators back at the SGC too. Ever notice how darned often that Folgers guy seems to ride the same elevator as we do?
Daniel: Come to think of it, he does seem to follow us around a lot.
Sam: Yeah, now that you mention it, when I run the numbers on it, assuming an average of 6.4 elevator trips per day--
Jack: Point four?
Sam: Based on the usage statistics that Sgt. Siler shared with me, and correcting for the two federal holidays during the--
Jack: Ahhht! Bottom line it, Carter!
Sam: He seems to be following us, sir.
Jack: I knew it! We're cool!
Daniel: For a value of cool that includes spending much of our time in a facility that would be just about ideal for raising mushrooms...
Jack: And may I remind you just who had to throw the two of you out of your offices, and order you to get some sun? If I left it to you two you'd become mushrooms!
[Teal'c, weapon primed, appears suddenly behind the serpent guard, and blows him into the next world]
Teal'c: I have answered Nature's call. We may proceed. I have eliminated the nac'tl chih t'lan
Jack: Natty chitlin?
Teal'c: Nac'tl chih t'lan
Daniel: [translating] Hanger-on.
Jack: Oh. Why didn't you just say so?
Teal'c: I did, O'Neill.
Daniel: Waaay cooler than you, Jack.
Teal'c: Indeed!
Jack: Just for that, T-man, you're buying the pizza tonight.
Teal'c: [stares impassively at Daniel until he caves]
Daniel: [resignedly] I'll buy, Jack.
Jack: Exxxcellent! Dial it up, Daniel! Let's go, campers, before old Hairy-Hur gets here with more hangers-on. T? You can buy the first round.
Teal'c: I will not. I do not consume alcohol.
Jack: ... of sodas.
Sam: I'll spring for a round of beer sir.
Jack: [beams] I knew I liked you best! [he strolls in casual fashion towards the blue event horizon] I gotta get you guys some shades, like mine. Make you all look cooler.
Daniel, Sam, Teal'c: [exchange glances and somewhat skeptical eyebrow salutes/queries, and follow him into the wormhole]
Thor: I transmit to all of you, my fellow members of the Asgard High Council, the recording of the recent visit of SG-1 to the planet we designate Rokheim. You can plainly see that O'Neill demonstrates quite clearly that the human species is indeed on the threshold of proving that they have what it takes to be the Fifth Race. Not only does he possess the advanced genome that we noted when we first encountered him, but he also demonstrates the requisite coolness, and cultivates it in his team.
Council Head: As to the fitness of the humans to become the Fifth Race, only time will tell. The Council is prepared to rule on that issue when the moment is right. Until that time, we will continue to observe, as our struggle with the Replicators will allow. On the other matter, we fear that we must deny your request. It is the judgment of the High Council that once the necessary alterations are made to the form to make them suitable for Asgard physiology, dark glasses will not, as you suppose, make us look cool. We have, however, requested of our more junior genetic researchers that they look into the feasibility of altering our genetic code to include a protruding nose. If this proves to be a reasonable undertaking, then we might revisit the issue at that time.
Thor: I understand. I will end my transmission, and return to my duties. [he moves a stone down the console, cutting the transmission, and picking up a pair of human-suitable dark glasses, he contemplates them for a moment, and then wistfully places them on the console next to the pearlescent stone] As O'Neill would say, "Rats! It would have been sooo cool!" [with a final lingering glance at the dark glasses, he moves off and about his business]
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Hangin' With the In Crowd, Part 1 of 2
Sam: [is trying her best to ignore, but the fellow keeps poking her with something, and it's very hard not to react] Sir? I'm finding this a little... less than optimal, sir.
Jack: It's our overwhelming coolness, campers! Everyone wants in. Happens on the elevators back at the SGC too. Ever notice how darned often that Folgers guy seems to ride the same elevator as we do?
Daniel: Come to think of it, he does seem to follow us around a lot.
Sam: Yeah, now that you mention it, when I run the numbers on it, assuming an average of 6.4 elevator trips per day--
Jack: Point four?
Sam: Based on the usage statistics that Sgt. Siler shared with me, and correcting for the two federal holidays during the--
Jack: Ahhht! Bottom line it, Carter!
Sam: He seems to be following us, sir.
Jack: I knew it! We're cool!
Daniel: For a value of cool that includes spending much of our time in a facility that would be just about ideal for raising mushrooms...
Jack: And may I remind you just who had to throw the two of you out of your offices, and order you to get some sun? If I left it to you two you'd become mushrooms!
[Teal'c, weapon primed, appears suddenly behind the serpent guard, and blows him into the next world]
Teal'c: I have answered Nature's call. We may proceed. I have eliminated the nac'tl chih t'lan
Jack: Natty chitlin?
Teal'c: Nac'tl chih t'lan
Daniel: [translating] Hanger-on.
Jack: Oh. Why didn't you just say so?
Teal'c: I did, O'Neill.
Daniel: Waaay cooler than you, Jack.
Teal'c: Indeed!
Jack: Just for that, T-man, you're buying the pizza tonight.
Teal'c: [stares impassively at Daniel until he caves]
Daniel: [resignedly] I'll buy, Jack.
Jack: Exxxcellent! Dial it up, Daniel! Let's go, campers, before old Hairy-Hur gets here with more hangers-on. T? You can buy the first round.
Teal'c: I will not. I do not consume alcohol.
Jack: ... of sodas.
Sam: I'll spring for a round of beer sir.
Jack: [beams] I knew I liked you best! [he strolls in casual fashion towards the blue event horizon] I gotta get you guys some shades, like mine. Make you all look cooler.
Daniel, Sam, Teal'c: [exchange glances and somewhat skeptical eyebrow salutes/queries, and follow him into the wormhole]
Hangin' With the In Crowd, Part 2 of 2
Thor: I transmit to all of you, my fellow members of the Asgard High Council, the recording of the recent visit of SG-1 to the planet we designate Rokheim. You can plainly see that O'Neill demonstrates quite clearly that the human species is indeed on the threshold of proving that they have what it takes to be the Fifth Race. Not only does he possess the advanced genome that we noted when we first encountered him, but he also demonstrates the requisite coolness, and cultivates it in his team.
Council Head: As to the fitness of the humans to become the Fifth Race, only time will tell. The Council is prepared to rule on that issue when the moment is right. Until that time, we will continue to observe, as our struggle with the Replicators will allow. On the other matter, we fear that we must deny your request. It is the judgment of the High Council that once the necessary alterations are made to the form to make them suitable for Asgard physiology, dark glasses will not, as you suppose, make us look cool. We have, however, requested of our more junior genetic researchers that they look into the feasibility of altering our genetic code to include a protruding nose. If this proves to be a reasonable undertaking, then we might revisit the issue at that time.
Thor: I understand. I will end my transmission, and return to my duties. [he moves a stone down the console, cutting the transmission, and picking up a pair of human-suitable dark glasses, he contemplates them for a moment, and then wistfully places them on the console next to the pearlescent stone] As O'Neill would say, "Rats! It would have been sooo cool!" [with a final lingering glance at the dark glasses, he moves off and about his business]
Re: Hangin' With the In Crowd, Part 2 of 2
Now I want to Photoshop sunglasses onto Thor.