PHLOX: It's remarkable. Your cells are regenerating at an exponential rate. Do you see how it's using a cytokinetic enzyme to stimulate the cell division?
PHLOX: I could certainly use a device like this. Perhaps the Captain could negotiate a trade of some sort. The tissue is completely healed. Even the scar is gone. Try standing up. Any pain?
T'Pol: Repairs are currently underway on C deck. Work on Launch Bay one is scheduled to begin at twenty two hundred hours.
Archer: They even fixed the squeak in the floor. I was starting to wonder if we had a gremlin under the deck plating. (T'Pol looks puzzled) A mythical creature. British pilots used to blame them for problems they couldn't explain.
Archer: Guess I need to do a better job at repressing my emotions. These repairs are one hell of a bargain at only two hundred litres of warp plasma, don't you think?
T'POL: Not every culture is based on the acquisition of wealth. The station's builders could simply have been interested in helping others.
ARCHER: Don't you find that a little suspicious? I know you don't put a lot of faith in your feelings, but I've learned to trust mine. Something doesn't smell right.
[Station recreation area] (most of the crew are there, enjoying a meal and a glass of wine) REED: Honestly, I started to feel a little sorry for the Doctor. There wasn't anything for him to do but stand there and watch this thing work.