Colonel Cameron Mitchell: Intel looks good. We’ve got ourselves a space train full of evil Orville Redenbacher.

Prior: We are beacons on the road to enlightenment.
Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell: No, you’re dark-side intergalactic encyclopedia salesmen. Unfortunately, the home office hasn’t been quite upfront with you.
Dr. Daniel Jackson: Nice work on the metaphor.
Mitchell: Thank you.

[The Prior stands and notices Daniel Jackson and Cameron Mitchell standing at the outer edge of the competition circle. Mitchell casually holds the Prior's staff.]
Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell: [tossing staff from hand to hand] You looking for this?
[The Prior reaches out. Mitchell fakes the staff being released from his grasp. SG-22 and the Sodan raise their weapons.]
Mitchell: Whoa! [Mitchell pulls the staff back confidently.] No. That’s not going to work.
[The Prior looks very confused.]
Dr. Daniel Jackson: That warm, fuzzy feeling you’re experiencing may be the effects of a device that inhibiting your ability to concentrate and focus your powers.
Mitchell: Symptoms may include dizziness, irritability…
Daniel: Nausea.
Mitchell: Mild nausea, and a condition known as hot dog fingers. [Mitchell waggles his fingers in demonstration.]
Prior: It makes no difference what you do to me. But know this, the Ori are all seeing.
[Mitchell and Daniel look at the sky in false expectation. Haikon and Jolan look at each other and shake their heads.]
Prior: They are already aware of this affront to their eminence, and shall strike down those who dare to defy them.
Mitchell: Nothing yet. You?
Daniel: Drawing a blank.
[The Prior watches them incredulously.]
Daniel: A little thirsty.
Mitchell: That doesn’t count.
Daniel: No, it doesn’t.