T'Pol: "You people realize that I'm a vegetarian, right?"
Grandma: "I thought you were a Vulcan, dear."
Caption Contest 14: Noxious Emissions
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Grandma: "I thought you were a Vulcan, dear."
T'Pol: "You people realize that I'm a vegetarian, right?"
Grandma: "I thought you were a Vulcan, dear."
Grandpa: "Besides, it's a turducken."
T'Pol: "Schmucks."
Archer: T'Pol what does it say?
T'Pol (with a melody): "Looking down on creation,
And the only explanation,
I can find,
Is the love that I've found,
Ever since I've been around..."
Trip (quietly): Uh oh.
Archer: Are you quoting someone? That sounds familiar.
T'Pol: Its just my ssTunes player, 20th century Earth channel.
Hoshi (to self): How about something a little more metallic to match my alien mistress outfit?
T'POL:"Admiral Forrest just sent us our newest assignment, which is spelled out in detail here on the tactical table. We are to find Ensign Mayweather something to do that does not involve sitting behind a piloting joystick column or wishing he were dead."
HOSHI:"Yes...
but will they get me the store credit I need?"
TRIP:"How come nobody ever lets me look in that damn thing?
What...you guys got a camera in the ceilin' of my quarters or somethin'?"
``Hey ... didn't the bridge used to have, like, this big round section? With railing and we all had chairs and stuff?''
``Sssh, Travis! Archer said he's going to belt the next person who asks. Just act normal and maybe he'll tell us what happened.''
``Congratulations, Hoshi --- your first album looks great!''
``And as we pull the tape measure around Ensign Sato's waist tighter it will cause her to lose weight, according to this cartoon weight-loss web site.''
In A Mirror, Darkly: The first draft.
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In A Mirror, Darkly: The first draft.
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Trip: Just like Archer, putting all of us on the fryalator and nobody on the second drive-up window.
Archer: We'll get you some thimbles and you and Doc can play a duet.
T'Pol: Sensors confirm it, Captain. Hoshi looks fat in that outfit.
REED:"I guess Mister Tucker was lying to us.
You are quite good at this Tetris game, Subcommander."
HOSHI:"Great. I'm a walking washboard.
What next? You hire talking otters and beavers to play my forehead in a holiday jug-band contest?"
T'POL:"As I suspected.
Scanners indicate several of our next episodes will suck."
TRAVIS:"We're all impressed, Subcommander...really...
But can we PLEASE download the karaoke video Mister Reed and I made for the captain's birthday?"
HOSHI:"Great.
What else did you do? Put gills and flippers on my va..."
(*GULPS WORRIEDLY*)
ARCHER:"You done with that viewer yet?
I want to show Trip slides from my boyhood trip to Fire Island."
T'POL:"As you'll notice, the aft plasma vents in Section 5C lead directly to the men's lavatory on C Deck...where, not coincidentally I believe, Mister Tucker put the cherry bomb in the pipe."
Archer: Are you getting anything yet, Sub-Commander?
T'Pol: Patience, Captain. I won't no anything until the light on this device turns bright blue.
Phlox: With your new "forehead," you remind me of my beloved Tilapia.
Hoshi: One of your wives.
Phlox: No, the fish I had for dinner last night.
Mayweather: When are we getting that new briefing room?
T'Pol: It's allocated for next year's budget, Ensign. You must learn patience.
T'POL:"Curious.
The butler DID see what the advertisement purported."
T'POL:"...and in your future, Captain, I am seeing many adwentures involvink..."
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