| John: |
Are we there yet? |
Travis: |
Three hours, seventeen minuets to go, sir.
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| Hoshi: |
Captain, do you think anyone’s still there? |
John: |
I’ll let you know in about three hours, seventeen minuets.
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| Trip: |
Really? Every school kid on Earth had to learn about the famous Vulcan expeditions. |
T’pol: |
Name one. |
Trip: |
. . . . .History was never my best subject.
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| Phlox: |
Do you think the know that we’ve returned? |
John: |
Hard not to hear a shuttle pod on you roof.
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| Novan: |
He speaks in shale. |
John: |
If that’s your way of calling me a liar. Give me a chance to prove what I’m saying.
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| Jamil: |
This one stays. |
John: |
He needs to be treated as well. |
Phlox: |
He’ll be fine for a few hours. |
Malcolm: |
Don’t worry about me, sir. I was just getting used to the place.
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| John: |
Because whether you want to believe it or not, we’re both human. |
Jamil: |
Bury your drawings.
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| Novan: |
Is your belly hollow? |
Malcolm: |
That all depends. What’s for dinner? |
Novan: |
Digger meat. |
Malcolm: |
It’s a little, uh, undercooked.
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| John: |
There are fifty-eight human beings in those tunnels, and they’re all going to die if we don’t get them out of there. And what do they think? They think we’re a bunch of hostile aliens trying to take over their colony. |
T’pol: |
Stun grenades. |
John: |
What? |
T’pol: |
Commander Tucker has continued to enhance the sensor resolution of their tunnels. We could transport stun grenades to pacific locations. Detonate them and use both shuttle pods to bring them back to the ship. |
John: |
And then what? Put them in chains? |
T’pol: |
I’m sure Mister Reed could devise appropriate restraints. |
John: |
What the hell for you think this is? A slave ship?
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| Jamil: |
If our tunnels are infected, you wouldn’t want them so badly. |
Travis: |
We don’t. We only want to help you. Make you healthy.
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| Jamil: |
Will you risk your bones to save a Novan? |
John: |
I’ll do what I can.
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| Travis: |
Ever heard of Judge Crater? |
T’pol: |
Crater? |
Travis: |
Disappeared in the early twentieth century. How about Amelia Earheart? |
T’pol: |
No. |
Travis: |
1937. Never found a trace of her. A lot of people spent years, decades trying to find out what happened to them. But neither of those mysteries holds a candle to Terra Nova. And we solved it!
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