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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)


Vox Sola
Fallen Hero
Desert Crossing
Two Days and Two Nights
Shockwave (Part I)

Vox Sola

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.


Fallen Hero

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. 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'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: 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!


Two Days and Two Nights

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:  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!


Shockwave (Part I)

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:  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.

Trip:  What are you guys doing to my engines?


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