
Phlox: Well, Mr. Tucker. Congratulations. You are once again pregnant.
Trip: Dammit, we used protection!

Tucker: Is that a pistol in my pocket or are ya glad to see me?
T'pol: If you have a pistol, I suggest you take it out and use it, as it would expedite our escape.
Reed, shouting over shoulder: For the love of god, Trip, stop setting her up.

Commandant: You are aware of the rule?
Archer: Yes. But -
Commandant: And yet you removed the mattress tags.
Archer: We needed a place to stick our gum!