- Captain, I'm telling you about my fears of losing my cultural identity by being stationed on a human ship, and now stuck in Earth's past, in its own barbaric postindustrial age.
- I'm listening, T'Pol.
- Then why did you just text Lieutenant Reed a message that said "big ones".
Archer: Yeah I'll have the Big Half Pounder with everything, a chicken ball, some curly fries and a Big Ass Coke. T'Pol, you want something?
T'Pol: I'm not sure, Captain.
Archer: What have you got for under a dollar?
It's the seven year thing, isn't it.
No Captain, actually it's the monthly thing. Same combat though.
Loomis (singing):
It's been a long road
Gettin' from there to here
It's been a long while
And my time is finally here
Well I can buy a BMW
I can be an ass
And I'm not gonna stop
for homeless people
No I'm not gonna give them change
Cause I've got hair
in a can
And lips made out of ass fat
I've got avian flu
I can't breathe
Anywhere
I've got digital tits
I'm wasting a box of kleenex
I can see you naked
Cause I access
Your electronic records
You sicko pooo-ooo-ooo-ooorn freak!
T'Pol: Finally over.
Archer: Catchy tune, though.