Paramount Stage 18, sometime toward the end of January 2005...
Phlox: "According to this our ratings are down to 2 and a half million."
T'Pol: "Logic dictates they'll count our weekend rerun too."
Trip: "Don't forget video recorders and TIVO."
Reed: "I'm usually too smashed that time on a Friday night..."
Archer: "You've never actually met the head of our Network have you?"
Mayweather: "No."
Hoshi: "Why?"
Archer: (taps at the control panel and UPN appears onscreen)
"He likes to have personal approval over station content."
Below, there's now a well-oiled, bikini-clad girl suggestively waxing the hood of a car.
Trip: "We're screwed."
Hoshi: "Hey, I think that may be a rerun..."
Reed: "You're right. She'll be in her 20's by now..."
Everybody stares at Malcolm in unison.
(uncomfortable) "...apparently."
Archer: (sighing)
"Well, it's been nice knowing you all..."