Cameron Mitchell is my favorite character for aesthetic reasons:
He looks good in blues

And greens

And leather

And when he’s pantless

Sometimes, I get him confused with this guy

But mostly I just like looking at the picture.
I might possibly have an unhealthy fascination with the down trodden Cam like-
When he’s whumped

Or hopeless

Or beaten by fate

Mostly though, I like heroic Cam

Also, I like it when he’s with Daniel




Finally we have this:
The team breaks down the motel door to find Mitchell handcuffed, naked and surrounded by junk food wrappersMitchell: This, ah, isn't what it looks like.

You see why it deserves its own section, right? Just in case, I took the liberty of marking points of interest.

1. bondage- I love a man in handcuffed to the bed.
2. whumpage- This is a guy in need of a little TLC.
3. snack food- This fella needs some comfort, and he won’t be spending all his time at the gym.
4. dog tags- enough said
5. chest hair- How very masculine.
6. suspicious white substance- please ignore number 3
________________________________________________________Cam’s also pretty good with a verbal jab and jive.
After taunting a Prior, which he likes to do a lot…Mitchell: It's a Norwegian cheese, I think. Spelled with a G or a J, maybe both. Jgetost, Gjetost, something like that. So then what you do is you dice up the cheese, you toss it in with egg whites, then you chop up some avocado, throw it all together . . . whoa, daddy! You've got yourself a wicked omelet. . . .
Mitchell: General! We were just exchanging recipes.
Landry: I heard. Has he offered up anything?
Mitchell: No sir. The man doesn't even have a decent pie crust.
Prior: We are beacons on the road to enlightenment.
Mitchell: No, you're Dark Side intergalactic encyclopedia salesmen. Unfortunately, the home office hasn't been quite up-front with you.
Daniel: Nice work on the metaphor.
Mitchell: Thank you.
While escorting foreign dignitaries off world…Mitchell: Seriously. What are we doing here?
Jackson: Honest answer? PR for the Stargate program.
Mitchell: I'm telling you, today it's escorting foreign delegates on off-world tours, tomorrow it's comic book conventions and supermarkets.
On why the Asgard called SG-1 collect:Mitchell: I hope it's rayguns. I've got rayguns in the pool.
Regarding Vala et al:Landry: You don't think you can control her?
Mitchell: No, I know I can't control her, but that's pretty much par for the course. Sir... Carter and I are the same rank, Teal'c's an alien, Jackson's a civilian. I learned a long time ago I don't control anything.
Landry: Who does?
By his Grandma on faith:
Mitchell: My Grandma use to say…God is like a prairie wind storm. If you look too hard, you get dust in your eyes, but there's still plenty of ways to know it's there.
Carter: is that what you believe?
Mitchell: bah…I generally just nodded until she gave me a macaroon. *small laugh from Carter* There is one thing…that I do know is true…mind is a powerful thing…no matter who…or what you believe in, sometimes belief itself makes all the difference in the world…you just don't give up. tell yourself what ever you have to…just believe you're gonna make it Sam. *Suddenly the Prior walks straight through the wall, they both watch unmoving* Oh crap.
My personal favorite:Mitchell: "Good morning, sunshine."
So, why do you love Cameron Mitchell?