
Archer (walking up to the booth): We can't do this mission on an empty stomach.
T'Pol: We ate 3 hours ago. I do not require nutrients at the time.
Archer: Who said anything about nutrients?
Speaker: (completely garbled)
T'Pol: Captain, the universal translator is not working. Are you sure we're in the right country?

Cabbie: You're new on the block, girl? Hoochy mama! I looove that classy look. Are you also a dominatrix? Respect. You got the booty. Let me give you my business card. I work every night but tuesdays. I don't put my nose in other people's business, just as long as they don't get the seats dirty. (Rambles on.)
Archer (grabbing T'Pol's wrist): Don't. If you give him a Vulcan neck pinch, we'll have an accident!

Archer: According to this map, the White Castle should be... right around here.
T'Pol: Do you mean the establishment across the street with a one-point-two-metre-tall blinking sign reading "WHITE CASTLE" above the scantily-dressed women strolling the sidewalk?
...I fail to see the logic in covering a third of one's body surface when the temperature is 46 °F.

Archer: I know you didn't have to tip the driver, but was it you who pinned his card under
"FOR A GOOD TIME, CALL" in the White Castle's men's rooms?
Loosen up, T'Pol. You could have won that wet T-shirt contest with your hands down.
T'Pol: You said to provide a distraction, not entertainment.
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