ARCHER: Reed is a capable soldier, but he has trouble following orders. And I know he has ambitions of his own.
ARCHER: Maybe this is my way of saying thank you to you and your people. Without Vulcan technology, the Empire wouldn't be where it is today. Dismissed. [Archer's quarters] ARCHER: Serving as my personal guard will have its privileges. You'll have your own quarters, better food. You'll accept orders from me and me alone, is that clear?
Travis: Yes, sir. And Captain, if I may? I'd like to be the first to congratulate you on a brilliant strategy. I'm certain that in years to come...
Archer: You already have the job, Sergeant. Don't talk yourself out of it. A mean-looking Rottweiler in the corner growls. Archer: Don't mind Porthos. He hasn't had his dinner yet. The doorbell chimes. Archer: Come in. Hoshi is escorted in. Archer (to Sgt. Mayweather): That'll be all. Mayweather leaves.
HOSHI: You didn't receive a communiqué from Starfleet. I would have known if something came through. A mutiny. Didn't think you had it in you.
HOSHI: How do I know that you didn't push him out of an airlock? (He shows her Forrest in the Brig, on his desk monitor) HOSHI: I want to talk to him.
ARCHER: Not right now. He'll remain alive as long as you don't cause any trouble. No hidden distress signals to Starfleet. I need you and your expertise.
HOSHI: Just as you did. You should've been Captain from the moment we left Spacedock. You've always known that. If it hadn't been for all those Admirals conspiring behind your back, Enterprise would have been yours. Tradition says that whatever belonged to the previous Captain is yours for the taking.
Archer: I've never been one to argue with tradition. (They kiss, she pulls a knife from the back of her bodice and he takes it off her, all the time with their lips glued together)