Col. O'Neill: [innocently] Weapon?
Maj. Thornberg: Our cameras saw some sort of weapon.
Col. O'Neill: Oh. Well, it's hard to say.
Maj. Thornberg: Some sort of state secret?
Col. O'Neill: No, just difficult to pronounce.
Alien: To pronounce it correctly, I would have to... pull out your tongue.
Achilles: Right... well I'm not even going to try to pronounce that.
Carolyn: Are you referring to Qikiqtarjuaq?
Douglas: [long pause; frostily] ...You're really proud of yourself for learning how to say that, aren't you?
Carolyn: [smug] Yes!
Travis in Duluth, MN: Well I was looking it up online, and I found several different pronunciations. I was just wondering...
Cthulhu: Kid, do you have nine tongues?
Travis in Duluth, MN: What?!
Cthulhu: Tongues, kid. Do you have nine of 'em?
Travis in Duluth, MN: Well—
Cthulhu: Is your mouth more than six feet wide?
Travis in Duluth, MN: Well, no.
Cthulhu: Then give it up! It's an alien language; your little skin-flap of a mouth can't handle it. Besides it's more of a mental thing than an actual word, so just...give it up. Next caller! You're on with us again for Calls for... um, me.
Dandy: Say what?
QT: Could you repeat that?
Dandy: Huh!? What is that?
QT: Who knows?
Nynamo: Jeez, it's a common name...
Dandy: Well, in honor of you looking like a cat, how about... Meow?
Nynamo: Oh come on, you guys. Don't do me like that. I'm a Betelgeusian!
Dandy: (quietly to QT) Whatever, he is totally a space cat.
Nynamo: No I'm not! Dammit!