North Star Line-by-Line

[Disposable_Ensign]

TUCKER: How hard can it be?

 

[Hopeful Romantic]

(T'Pol warily takes his hand and swings up behind him.)
TUCKER: Better hold on.
(He finally persuades the horse to walk on, very slowly.)

[The transcript does not do this scene justice. I must've made about 10 avatars from it. ]

 

[Athena28]

[Saloon]

ARCHER: Afternoon.

 

[Disposable_Ensign]

BARTENDER: What can I get you?

 

[Athena28]

ARCHER: I'm passing through town. I was hoping I could sit in here for a while till it cools down.

 

[Disposable_Ensign]

BARTENDER: Coffee's on the house.

 

[May 20]

ARCHER: Thanks.

 

[Disposable_Ensign]

BARTENDER: Where're you headed?

 

[Orac]

Archer: My brother's got a ranch down south. He said he could set me up with some work.

 

[Hopeful Romantic]

BARTENDER: What's he raising, bluehorns?

 

[Disposable_Ensign]

ARCHER: How'd you know?

 

[Athena28]

BARTENDER: Land down there's not good for much else.

See the resemblance?

 

[May 20]

ARCHER: Yeah. Yeah, I do. You're not telling me you're related to Cooper Smith?
(Archer reads the name plaque under the painting.)

 

[Athena28]

BARTENDER: He's my ancestor.

 

[May 20]

ARCHER: I'll be damned.

 

[Orac]

Bartender: Yep. You're looking at the only direct descendant of the man who overthrew the Skags.

 

[Hopeful Romantic]

ARCHER: I'll bet you've got some stories.

 

[Orac]

Bartender: Got a few I could tell you.

 

[Athena28]

ARCHER: Friends of yours?

 

[May 20]

BARTENDER: Not particularly.