[Phlox and Sato are leaving Madame Chang's Mandarin Cafe]
Dr. Phlox: There are a lot of Starfleet people here.
Ensign Hoshi Sato: That's probably my fault. I told a few friends about the place.
Dr. Phlox: A *few*?
Ensign Hoshi Sato: I'm a comm officer. If there's one thing I know how to do, it's disseminate information.
Commander T'Pol: Are you leaving because of me?
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: Well, Starfleet's approved the transfer.
Commander T'Pol: You didn't answer my question.
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: [sighs] This may come as a shock; but not everything in my life revolves around you.
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: I was gettin' a little too comfortable on Enterprise. Got a lot of friends over there, but... sometimes it's easier to work with people who are just colleagues.
[on the reason why he accepted the transfer to Columbia]
Captain Erika Hernandez: Commander - drop by the quartermaster's at the end of your shift.
Captain Erika Hernandez: Might wanna...
[she pats her Columbia badge]
Captain Erika Hernandez: ...update your uniform.
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: I don't know who's in charge of your mess hall, but he could give the chef on Enterprise a run for his money.
Captain Erika Hernandez: I stole him from the Republic. Captain Jennings said I could have anything I wanted when I left. So I took his cook.
[Phlox has been abducted to work on an antiviral agent against a Klingon disease]
Dr. Phlox: Why didn't you simply ask for our help? Starfleet and Denobula would have provided you with all the specialists you'd need.
Antaak: You don't understand the Klingon way, Doctor. To ask for assistance would make us look weak in the eyes of our enemies. It could even incite rebellion.
Dr. Phlox: We should contact the IME. They may have seen this mutation before. I'm certain they'll be willing to share their database with us. I know of a few... indirect channels. No one would have to know.
Antaak: There's no reason to contact them. We've acquired their entire database.
[he hands Phlox a data rod]
Dr. Phlox: You stole it.
Antaak: Medical research isn't a priority for the High Council. I am forced to obtain information however I can.
Dr. Phlox: That doesn't sound very honorable.
Antaak: Given the choice between honor and saving lives, I choose the latter.
[a patient is brought into the lab]
Dr. Phlox: When I asked you to bring me a subject for dissection, I assumed he'd already be dead.
General K'Vagh: He won't be alive much longer.
[Antaak approaches the patient with a hypospray, but Phlox stops him]
Dr. Phlox: What do you think you're doing?
Antaak: Euthanizing him.
Dr. Phlox: Out of the question! I thought you were committed to saving lives.
Antaak: It is more honorable to give one's life to medical research than to die for no purpose!
Dr. Phlox: That choice is not ours to make!
[K'Vagh draws his disrupter and shoots the patient]
General K'Vagh: Proceed.
Antaak: You must forgive the General's conduct. The warrior caste has little use for social protocols.
[Antaak's targ is nibbling at Phlox's leg]
Antaak: Boshar! Feeding time is over. Go back!
Lieutenant Malcolm Reed: Phlox is my friend. Do you know where he is?
Harris: We have an assignment for you.
Lieutenant Malcolm Reed: I wasn't aware that I was still a part of your section.
Harris: There's a job that needs doing, Lieutenant. It may be the only way to save your friend's life.
Lieutenant Malcolm Reed: I'm being compromised, sir. And I don't like it.
Harris: Then I suggest you adjust your comfort level, Lieutenant.
[in a barren, white environment]
Commander T'Pol: Why are you here?
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: I was about to ask you the same thing. Is this a daydream?
Commander T'Pol: I'm meditating. This is where I go in my mind.
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: Well... I would have thought you'd pick a more interesting place. Like the beach, or... or one of those Fire Plains you showed me.
Commander T'Pol: Please leave.
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: Exactly where am I supposed to go?
Commander T'Pol: Away.
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: This is *my* daydream. *You* go away!