Reed: Captain, we've got problems.
Archer: What is it, Malcolm?
Reed: Reavers have hit this ship, captain.
Archer: "Reavers"?
Reed: Yep. So either we're in the wrong universe...or they are.
Archer: Uh, wow. That thing is phallic.
(Silence)
Archer: You guys see it too, right?
Reed: With respect, captain, that is not a push up. That looks like a case of paralysis.
Archer: Tasseerrr
Reed: Sir?
Archer: Someone hhhhhhit me with a tassssserrrr.
Reed: Whoops. Mine's got a hair-trigger.
Archer: Aggh! Get the math off the viewscreen! MATH OFF THE VIEWSCREEN!
Archer:
I never thought beagles essential. They're crude, and unspeakable plain..
But maybe they've a glimmer of potential, if allied to my vision and brain
(Drums)
I know that your powers of retention
are as wet as a slime-devil's backside
But thick as you are, pay attention!
my words are a matter of Pride.
IT's clear from your vacant expression
The lights are not all on upstairs
But we're talking kings and successions
Even YOU can't be caught unawares!
Tucker, OS: The captain is singing villain songs again. Should we be worried?
Reed, OS: We should be prepared.
Phlox, OS: Dialysis?! Oh, dear. I've forgotten my magic kidney pills on the station. Note to self, in future all Starfleet medical personnell should keep magic kidney pills on their persons at all times.