Archer: "I'm not interested in what you think about this mission. So take your Vulcan cynicism and bury it along with your repressed emotions."

T'Pol: "Your reaction to this situation is a perfect example of why your species should remain in its own star system."


Archer (erregt): "I've been listening to you Vulcans tell us what not to do all my life. I watched my father work his ass off while your scientists held back just enough information to keep him from succeeding. (beat) He deserved to see that launch. You may have life spans of two hundred years... we don't."

T'Pol sieht offensichtlich ein, dass sie in dieser Situation argumentativ einpacken kann und weicht deshalb aufs Formale aus: "You are going to be contacting Starfleet... to advise them of our situation."

Archer: "No, I'm not. And neither are you." T'Pol hebt skeptisch ihre Augenbraue und Archer legt nach: "Now get the hell out there and make and make yourself useful."