| Episode |
| The Andorian Incident |
| John: |
How do you think they’d feel about a visit? |
T’pol: |
P’Jem is a place of quiet contemplation, captain. I’m not certain we’d be welcomed. |
Trip: |
It’s because Vulcans think we smell bad, isn’t it?
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| Phlox: |
I confess I feel awkward myself on this ship. Sometimes, out of place. But what is that Vulcan motto? Um, infinite diversity. . . |
T’pol: |
In infinite combinations. |
Phlox: |
And what is diversity, but uh the celebration of differences. I wonder if you might remind me of our mission on this vessel. Please, indulge me. |
T’pol: |
Our mission is to make contact with those who humans consider new life and new civilizations. |
Phlox: |
In other words to seek infinite diversity. |
T’pol: |
I suppose so. |
Phlox: |
Well than, it seems to me a cultural exchange between your Vulcan brethren and your human crew is simply a furtherance of that mission.
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| Trip: |
You say this is the place to purge emotions? Looks like someone had to purge pretty bad. They bashed the door in. |
T’pol: |
The temple is almost three thousand years old, commander. You can’t expect it to be in pristine condition.
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| John: |
Is something wrong? |
T’pol: |
It’s probably nothing. |
John: |
But? |
T’pol: |
This is the main atrium. There should be more than one member of the order present. And the icon in that shrine is perched at an odd angle. |
Trip: |
Oddly perched, huh? We better call Starfleet command. |
T’pol: |
That’s not all, captain. The Vulcan elder seems agitated. |
Trip: |
You call that agitated?
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| Andorian: |
Stop looking at me. |
Trip: |
Ok, ok. Don’t get you antennas in a twist.
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| Andorian: |
What does that mean? Earth, what is that? |
John: |
It’s where we’re from. It’s our home world.
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| Trip: |
Now there guys are agitated.
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| Vulcan: |
You’ve endangered us all. |
Trip: |
No good deed goes unpunished.
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| John: |
They talked a lot about searching rooms. |
Trip: |
You’d think they could find whatever it is they’re looking for with those antennas of theirs. |
John: |
They answered a hail from Enterprise. hey threatened to kill us all if anyone attempts a rescue. |
T’pol: |
Mister Reed wouldn’t be that reckless. |
John: |
I didn’t recruit my tactical officer to sit on his butt when he’s threatened.
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| Malcolm: |
::consistently paces back and forth behind Travis:: |
Travis: |
Sir, you’re wearing a hole in the deck plating.
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| Malcolm: |
Are you certain that we can’t negotiate? |
Trip: |
The captain came back from his last negotiation with a face full of bruises.
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| John: |
Here’s something I think you’ll find interesting. There was a man in Canton, Ohio who once rolled a ball of string over sixty meters in diameter.
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| Malcolm: |
It’s a console, Ensign. It won’t bite. |
Hoshi: |
No, it’ll just scramble your molecules. |
Malcolm: |
Crewman? |
Crewman: |
We’ve, uh, heard stories, sir. It might not be safe. |
Malcolm: |
I’ve heard the same stories. Now get up here. Coordinates set. |
Hoshi: |
Aye, sir. |
Malcolm: |
Than energize before we change our minds.
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| Malcolm: |
Violence in a sanctuary, captain? |
John: |
Very disrespectful. But, boy did it feel good. All this time they’ve been calling these monks liars, and all this time they’ve been right. |
Malcolm: |
They got enough equipment to see what any Andorian is having for breakfast.
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