
Sanford: "Uh, Mr. Tuvok, it's a fine truck. I gotta lotta memories in it. Fine truck."
Tuvok: "How many miles are on it?"
Sanford: "Well you see, the odometer is broken, but I guarantee you, lotta highway miles. It's been babied since I bought it."
Tuvok: "And what kind of cargo have you been carrying in it?"
Sanford: "Strictly speaking sir, only the finest antiques this side of the quadrant."
Kim: "Tuvok, I'm detecting prominent traces of animal fecal matter in the flatbed."
Sanford: "Only the finest fecal matter money can buy. I guarantee it."