Cap Con 70: I've Fallen And I Can't Get Up
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T'Pol: "So it is a widely-practiced Earth custom?"
Archer: "Yes."
T'Pol: "And it is appropriate between captain and first officer?"
Archer: "Sure."
T'Pol: "Incidentally, do you know the date of my birth?"
Archer: "Uh...I'd have to look it up. Why?"
T'Pol: "Suffice it to say, it was not yesterday!"
Hi, I'm Trip, your loud, wacky neighbor as indicated by my tasteless shirt. Let's head down to the Regal Begal and meet some chicks!
T'Pol: I received a sub-space communication from my grandmother. She is very upset that I stole her couch cover to make my uniform.
T'Pol: Don't stare at the goofy looking aliens. Don't stare. Don't stare...
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Archer: "The fabric of that uniform looks awfully heavy. Aren't you hot in that thing?"
T'Pol: "That certainly seems to be the consensus of most of our male crew members."
Trip: "Let me tell you somethin' about this shirt, Cap'n. It is so eye-catching that you're actually the first person all day to even notice that I'm not wearing pants."
T'Pol: No, the pellet with the poison's in the vessel with the pestle. The chalice from the palace holds the brew that is true.
Trip: Hey, my uniform's in the laundry!
V'Lar: This is quite an interesting beverage. What do humans call it?
T'Pol: Klingon Bloodwine.
Archer: No, I'm not gonna wear a Hawaiian shirt like Trip.
Archer: Welcome aboard Enterprise. You'll notice that there's no security around, but I'm sure that'll never be a problem.
Trip: "'Book 'em, Danno'? The hell is that supposed to mean?"
V'Lar: I do not always partake of alcoholic beverages. But when I do, it would be logical to prefer Dos Equis.
Voiceover: V'Lar...the world's most interesting Vulcan.
Trip P.I.
Coming this fall, to UPN
T'lar: "You simply must try this 'Pabst Blue Ribbon'. It really is quite exsquisite."
T'pol: "Captain, we have an emergency."
Archer: "My water polo game's on. Come back when it's a catastrophe."
T'pol: "Doctor Phlox is wearing my spare catsuit."
T'Pol: "Nice tits, bro."
T'Pol: "To place pineapple on a pizza is not logical."
Trip: "Will you stop going on about that!"
"It's called casual cruisewear.
Stop makin' fun of it. It DOESN'T mean I'm gay."
V'LAR: "Here's to those humanoids who wish us well...
and the rest of the other species can go to HELL."
T'POL: "Seriously, sir.
A little Febreeze wouldn't hurt. Maybe washing your bedsheets every once in a while.
Come on...be reasonable. This place smells like dog ass."
ARCHER: "Neat. A race of white Samurai with smiley faces on their cheeks!
Will this galaxy EVER stop amazing me?"
Trip didn't realize how tacky his Hawaiian shirt was...until Dr. Phlox's blind Pyrithean bat started fleeing from it.
"Three Buck Chuck at a diplomatic event? Really?"
"You're the only one that doesn't like it, we move a pallet a day of the stuff."
(This is very regional, I'm not sure how many folks are going to get this."
Tucker: Out of style? Not in this century, Cap'n.
Archer: Trip, those were out of style LAST century.
V'Lar: Overdoing it? I've had but one shot glas- err, goblet! Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a beau to catch. *wink* Earth boys are easy.
Tucker, thinking: Yes, you are a fine looking man...
Hoshi: Captain, Trip's posing again...maybe putting a mirror on the bridge wasn't such a good idea.
Archer, OS: Not now, Hoshi, I'm trying to find my Hawaiian shirt.
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