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EPISODES 1-5
Broken Bow (Parts I & II), Fight or Flight, Strange New World, Unexpected, Terra Nova
EPISODES 6-10
The Andorian Incident, Breaking the Ice, Civilization, Fortunate Son, Cold Front
EPISODES 11-15
Silent Enemy, Dear Doctor, Sleeping Dogs, Shadows of P'Jem, Shuttlepod One
EPISODES 16-20
Fusion, Rogue Planet, Acquisition, Oasis, Detained
EPISODES 21-25
Vox Sola, Fallen Hero, Desert Crossing, Two Days and Two Nights, Shockwave (Part I)
EPISODES 21-25
Vox Sola
Fallen Hero
Desert Crossing
Two Days and Two Nights
Shockwave (Part I)
Trip: Well this is one for the books. Briefest first contact.
Trip: Stanford versus Texas.
Archer: The finals?
Trip: Fresh out of subspace mailbag. You've been threatening
to teach me the finer points of the game. Unless you're too busy with
your brown dwarfs.
Trip: And I thought it was just a bunch of guys screwing around in a pool!
Trip: Half the action goes on under the water.
Trip: Now keep watching while Texas trounces your sorry California butts.
Trip: Excuse me?
T'Pol: I asked if you...
Archer: We heard you. What makes you think we're suffering from a lack of sexual activity?
T'Pol: Starfleet forbids officers from fraternizing with subordinates. Unless you've been violating regulations...
Trip: Those regulations don't apply to you. Have.....you been ...suffering?
T'Pol: On Vulcan we mate only once every seven years.
Trip: That's a hell of a dry spell.
Archer: Why are you suddenly so curious about this.
T'Pol: It's my understanding that your mating ritual is effective at easing tension.
Trip: That hasn't always been my experience.
Archer: And you think that we need our tensions eased.
T'Pol: Efficiency is down three percent.
Archer: Hmm. We've all gone about ten month without a break.
I think it's normal for people to get a little sloppy.
T'Pol: Perhaps it's time the crew takes shore leave.
Trip: Well, I like the sound of that.
T'Pol: I took the liberty of locating a suitable planet approximately
9 days from our current location. It's called Risa.
Trip: What's your idea of suitable?
T'Pol: It's tropical with an abundance of pristine beaches. You'll find more information in the Vulcan database.
Archer: Is it, uh, populated?
T'Pol: Yes, by a humanoid culture receptive to... easing tensions.
T'Pol: If you're wearing that to impress the women on Risa you may as well stay on board.
Trip: Rule number one, you gotta be seen to be noticed, and I plan on getting' noticed.
Trip: Cap'n, you need this as much as I do.
Archer: Nobody needs this as much as you do.
V'Lar: That was before we even made contact with earth.
Trip: That was over 90 years ago. How long have you been a diplomat?
V'Lar: Commander Tucker! I understood on your world it is considered bad manners to ask a lady her age.
Trip: Well ...I wasn't... um ...I uh didn't mean to imply that you were...ah...
V'Lar: Forgive me Commander. My attempt at humor.
Trip: Oh (whew!).
V'Lar: Suffice it to say that with T'Pol and myself here, you are almost
certainly dining with the two oldest people on this ship.
(Trip exchanges a look with T'Pol....)
Trip: You really enjoy this, don't you?
Reed: Replacing power couplings? Hardly!
Trip: No, I mean having people shoot at us.
Reed: If you must know I much prefer the shooting back part.
Trip: I thought this mission was about peaceful exploration.
Reed: I need something to do on this ship, Commander.
Trip: Fair enough. I'm just hope we don't keep you quite so busy.
I read those Nuvian masseuses have 12 fingers. On each hand.
Reed: Then I say that Starfleet needs to make its presence known on Risa.
Trip: Mmm-hmm.
Archer: Archer to Engineering
Trip: Please tell me your ready to slow down.
Archer: Sorry, Trip, but we need a little more speed.
Trip: I don't know how much more I can give you.
Archer: It's called a warp 5 engine.
Trip: On paper.
Archer: We don't have any choice, Trip.
Trip: Aye, sir.
Trip: Tucker to the Bridge.
Archer: Go ahead.
Trip: The port injectors just blew. We have to slow down, Cap'n.
UP Desert Crossing
Trip: If it's all the same to you, Cap'n, I'll sit this one out.
Archer: It's not like you to pass up an away mission.
Trip: Well, I'm up to my ears in work. The impulse manifolds need to be purged,
the gravity plating on C deck still isn't aligned...
Archer: Trip...
Trip: Desert, sir? The heat, the dry air; you know how it sucks the life outta me.
Archer: What about the two weeks we spent in Australia? We had a great time.
Trip: Survival training in the Outback? Drinking recycled sweat and eating snake meat? That's your idea of a great time?
Archer: <laughs> It's not going to be like that. I get the feeling
Zobral' s a man who likes to indulge his guests. He's promised to roll out
the red carpet for us. It'll be more fun than purging impulse manifolds...
Trip: <dubious look>
Archer: Aah, suit yourself. I'll see if Malcom' s interested...but I was hoping you'd enjoy spending some time with your captain.
Trip: Promise I won't have to eat any snake meat?
Archer: <persuasive look>
Trip: <ducks head, then nods reluctantly>
Archer: <grins>
Trip: It's hotter than hell out there. 41 degrees!
Archer: It's a dry heat.
Zobral: Ah, this is the man who repaired my ship!
Trip: Just a couple of clogged injectors.
Archer: When Trip and I did our survival training <laughs; Trip laughs too> in the desert, we never ate this well.
Trip: I must have lost about three kilos during that last week. The heat always takes away my appetite.
Archer: It doesn't seem to be bothering you now... <laughs>
Trip: I guess I'm getting acclimated. <grins>
Zobral: Ah! You're going to enjoy this.
Archer: What is it?
Zobral: Blood soup.
<dubious looks fly between A and T>
Zobral: I don't usually eat this well, but I promised your captain an exceptional meal.
Trip: What are these, uh, little chunks?
Zobral: The essence of the male, chopped, and seasoned. <chuckles>
Zobral: Ah! The geskana match is about to begin. I'm hoping you will honor us by participating.
Trip: Now? I just ate half a terrocat (sp?)!
Trip: So, does the 'great warrior' have any ideas about how we're getting
outta here? <pause>You're not thinking about helping these people?
Archer: I was thinking about those Suliban prisoners. If we hadn't helped them escape, we wouldn't be in this situation.
Trip: Hmm. T'Pol' s ears must be burning.
Trip: Want your chief engineer's advice? Walk away. They lured us down here
under false pretenses, and now they're asking us to help them fight a war?
That's a lot different than breaking a few innocent people outta prison.
Archer: There's just one problem: Zobral. I get the feeling he' s not gonna take 'No' for an answer.
Trip: I dunno about you, but I'd rather take my chances out in that desert.
Archer: I thought you hated the desert...
Trip: Not tonight!
Trip: Two men out in the open...you'd think they would have spotted us by now.
<yells to the sky> We're down HERE!!
Archer: I think you're going to have to yell a little louder than that.
Trip: <toasts with canteen> To cherry flavored snow-cones; what I wouldn't give for one riiiight about now.
Trip: <surveys ruined desert cabin> Home, sweet home.
Trip: I hope you're not planning to hog that all for yourself
Archer: Water's off the menu.
Trip: Now this is my idea of a great time.
Trip: What'd you do, rub two sticks together?
Archer: I found a new use for the 'stun' setting.
Archer: It may not taste too good, but I think I've boiled away anything that can hurt us.
Trip: No thanks. Not thirsty.
Archer: Let's not get into that argument again.
Trip: <spits out water> Worse than blood soup.
Archer: You need water.
Trip: What I need is sleep.
Archer: You've got a fever, Trip. Your heart's racing. You have all the symptoms
of heatstroke. If you fall asleep, you could lapse into a coma.
Trip: Coma. That sounds nice.
Archer: Commander?
Trip: <weakly>Aye Cap'n.
Archer: The warp reactor. Break it down for me.
Trip: What?
Archer: What are the eight major components.
Trip: You gotta be kidding me.
Archer: Name them. That's an order.
Trip: Well, there's the drumsticks, thighs, wings... We got anything to eat around here?
Archer: Not at the moment. But when we get back to Enterprise, I'll have
Chef make you a dinner you'll never forget. What would you like? Anything.
Trip: NOT snake meat.
Archer: No, Chef doesn't do snake very well. Tell me what you want.
Trip: Prime rib.
Archer: Okay. What else?
Trip: Mashed potatoes with mushroom gravy. The kind he makes Wednesday nights.
Archer: No problem. What kind of vegetables. <pokes Trip> Vegetables..!
Trip: Broccoli.
Archer: Dessert?
Trip: Pecan pie.
Archer: Geography. You know how to play?
Trip: <delirious> Geography?
Archer: You know. You say 'Amazon River', which ends in an R, and then I say 'Rhode Island'.
Trip: We're going to Rhode Island?
Archer: No...no. It's a game. You're supposed to tell me someplace that starts with D.
Trip: Oh...uh...D. Uh...Draylax.
Archer: X...X...
Trip: There's always...
Archer: No no, don't tell me, I know an X. <thinks> Xanadu.
Trip: That's not a real place.
Archer: That doesn't matter.
Trip: Of course it matters.
Archer: You just used an alien planet, Draylax.
<there's an explosion outside>
Trip: Alright...whatever you say. Xanadu' s fine!
Trip: I'll bring you a souvenir. (To T'Pol as he leaves for Risa)
Trip: Malcolm and I plan to broaden our cultural horizons. (To Hoshi on the shuttlepod en route to Risa)
Trip: Well how we choose to relax is our own business. (To Hoshi on the shuttlepod en route to Risa)
Reed: That place up the street looked pretty lively.
Trip: The Vulcan database says no one leaves this club unhappy.
Reed: How would Vulcans know? They only mate once every seven years.
Trip: That's what they say.
Reed: Do you know something I don't.
Trip: Come on, seven years? I doubt even T'Pol could hold out that long
Reed: She's very disciplined.
Trip: Malcolm. Bearing 180.
Reed: What?
Trip: BEHIND YOU!
Trip: Hope this isn't a mating ritual! (when alien frisked Trip in the cellar)
Reed: The Vulcan database didn't mention anything about crime.
Trip: Well, they said it was very rare.
Reed: What?
Trip: Well, it has some warnings but I didn't think it'd be a problem.
Reed: Wonderful.
Trip: You think this is my fault!
Reed: You were willing to follow two strange aliens into a basement.
Trip: Gorgeous aliens. Don't forget they were gorgeous!
Reed: They were male.
Trip: Not at first!
UP
Trip: Enterprise coming back to earth with its tail tucked between
its legs. It will be Soval's crowning achievement. They'll probably
give the son of a bitch some gaudy medal and then cart him off to wherever
they send bitter old Vulcans to retire.
Trip: What are you guys doing to my engines?
Trip: With all due respect sir, this is a level of quantum engineering
beyond anything I ever learned. How the hell do you know this?
Trip: I feel like a chef who's just made a meal with ingredients he's never tasted.
UP