"Shuttlepod One" Line-by-Line!

[LeadHead]

Malcolm: Can they see us on their sensors?

 

[Enterprise1981]

TRIP: Two days away at warp three? Oh, they can see us, maybe not too clearly, but we should be a nice little blip on T'Pol's viewer.

 

[Brian]

REED: Then we've got to get that blip to tell them to pick up a little steam. What if we fired our weapons?

 

[Enterprise1981]

TRIP: They're nearly a quarter of a light year away. Our plasma cannons have a range of less than ten kilometers. It would all still look like a single blip. It's going to take a lot more than that.

 

[Leandar]

Malcolm: What if we jettison the impulse drive?

 

[Enterprise1981]

TRIP: What good would that do?

 

[Brian]

REED: Well, you could rig a self-destruct. I imagine that would make quite an explosion. Maybe even big enough to make that blip do something odd.

 

[Enterprise1981]

TRIP: No, I can't blow up our engine. We'd be adrift, dead in space.

 

[Captain Robert April]

REED: What's the difference between that and traveling at a snail's pace?

 

[Brian]

TUCKER: I'm an engineer. I won't blow up our only engine.

 

[LeadHead]

Malcolm: Then I'll ask you again: Ever hold your breath for 11 hours?

 

[JanewayRulz!]

TUCKER: I think I have some micro-detonators in here somewhere.


(the engine module is jettisoned then exploded, creating a small shockwave)

 

[LeadHead]

Malcolm: How does it feel to be slower than a snail?

 

[Enterprise1981]

TRIP: I saw a great cartoon once. There were these two snails sitting on the back of a big old turtle and one snail turns to the other and says "Hold on, Fred. Here we go".

 

[JanewayRulz!]

(later, as the pod spins gently in space the two men are shivering and shaking with cold)
TUCKER: If I'm right, I get the rest of the bourbon.

 

[LeadHead]

Malcolm: Fine. Less than 12 hours, you win. More than 12 and it's mine. Go check the pressure gauge.

 

[Leandar]

Trip: You check it. I don't think I can move my legs.

 

[LeadHead]

Malcolm manages to get to the readout and scrape the ice off of it.

Malcolm: I can't believe we've been sitting here that long.

 

[Alienesse]

TUCKER: Come on, let's hear it. How much air's left?

 

[LeadHead]

Malcolm: 10 hours.