PHLOX: (slightly out of breath) I'm sorry, Captain. I was in the middle of giving Porthos his physical. I only turned my back for a moment.
ARCHER: (hands the little dog over to the lad) Come on. [Archer's quarters] (Archer comes in with Porthos's bowl and opening a pouch of food.) ARCHER: There's nothing Porthos likes more than dinnertime.
ARCHER: I haven't taught him any. Mostly what he does is eat, sleep, and not fetch. Just fill it up half way.