T'POL the not well aged: Something we picked up from the Ikaarans. (She goes to her computer console.) T'POL the not well aged: I should be able to find the schematics. Are you feeling better?
182 years old (but doesn't look a day over 120) T'Pol: Your trellium addiction. Have the symptoms diminished?
T'POL the hottest old Vulcan female that we ever know: You'll never fully recover. The emotions you've accessed will be with you the rest of your life. Ah, here we are. Don't forget your tea. You're going to have to learn to embrace them, live with them as I have. There's someone on your ship who can help.
Wise old T'Pol, seller of clues to conflicted young Vulcans: I don't mean Phlox. Trip can be an outlet for these feelings if you'll trust him. The emotions he stirred in me were powerful and frightening. I tried to push him away. If Enterprise hadn't been stranded in the past it's possible I never would have married Trip, but I can't imagine what my life would have been like without him. [C'mon T'Pol, listen to her! Ignore the writing staff and GO FOR IT before UPN ruins everything and axes the show!]
Thank you for that! T'POL2: There's a human expression, follow your heart. (She hands over the schematics.)
[All the nicknames for T'Pol have made my week. Thank you. ] ARCHER: Take us in. Are the signatures being reflected?
REED: The nebula's interfering with our targeting scanners. We'll have to wait until they get closer.