Daniel: How's the new job?
Jack: Oy! One crisis after another. This morning, the mess got a shipment of Yukon Gold potatoes instead of the usual Russets.
Jack: Oh yes! The Golds don't make for good mash, consistency's all wrong.
Sam: I hear the new Russian Colonel came to see you, made a pitch to join SG-1.
Daniel: What did you say?
Jack: Told 'em to make french fries instead.