Archer: “There’s a new planet. Let’s go down and take a look.”
T’Pol: “It may be dangerous. You are ignoring the results of my analysis.”
Trip: “Oh, you ain’t no fun. Let’s go, Cap’n! I can take lots of pictures!”
Porthos: “Arf!”
Mayweather: “You mean I get to go too? Thank you, sir!”
Hoshi: “Do you need a translator? Are you sure? I can do it. Really, I can.”
Reed: “I’ll arm everyone. Weapons are a language everyone can understand.”
Archer: “Oh, loosen up, Malcolm. You’re too uptight. It’ll be fine.”
Trip: “That’s tellin’ him, Cap’n!”
Mayweather: “Sir, there’s a bright green glowing thing over here—AAAAAUUUGGGHHH!”
Porthos: Arf!
T’Pol: “I told you that it was dangerous, but as usual, you failed to heed my advice.”
Archer: “You’re not helping!”
Reed: “I can stun her into silence, sir, if you let me.”
Archer: “I need to go back to my cabin, stare out the window and think about it for a few hours before I give you my decision.”
Phlox: “I can heal Mr. Mayweather with one my many little critters, but he will be out of commission for at least the next six days.”
Mayweather: [silence, unconscious]
Porthos: Arf!
Phlox: “You’ll all have to stay in Decon for at least three hours and smear each other with gel over and over. You too, Ensign Sato.”
Hoshi: “But I never even went down to the planet!”
Phlox: “Better safe than sorry. And take Chef in there with you just in case.”
