Admiral Leonard: "What about your crew? Your Comm Officer's in Brazil... you haven't selected a Medical Officer yet..."
Forrest: (giving Archer an approving glance) "We've been waiting for almost a century Ambassador. Now seems as good a time as any to get started."
(The Vulcans leave the room, Soval with an angry face, T'pol with an amused face) Admiral Forrest: "I had a feeling their approach wouldn't sit too well with you. Don't screw this up." (Music plays) (Archer gestures for Phlox) (Shot of Enterprise in spacedock)
BABA, if you can't play nice, kindly have a seat on the sidelines. *And now, back to the show!* Meanwhile, on Enterprise... Travis and Malcolm are warily observing the transporter. Travis: "I heard this platform's been approved for bio-transport."
^^ Hey, you there in the peanut gallery, keep it down up there! We're puttin' on a show here! Now where were we?... TRAVIS: "I mean armory officers and helmsmen."
Now that'd make one scary sig. Travis: "Don't worry. From what I'm told, he wouldn't even put his dog through this thing." (Prophetic, wasn't he? )
Reed: "Urgh. This is ridiculous. I ask for plasma coils, and they send me a case of vowel sealant. There's no chance I can have these weapons ready in three days."
"valve" sealant Mayweather: we're just taking a sick man back to his home world. Why do we need weapons?
Malcolm: "Did you read the profile report on these Klingons? Apparently they sharpen their teeth before they go into battle." Travis: ... Malcolm: "No doubt Mr. Tucker will assure me my equipment will be here tomorrow. "Keep yer shirt on, loo-tenant""