Klaang: RaQo jadICH!
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: I don't particularly like the way you smell, either!
[Enterprise has taken Klaang safely home]
Klingon Chancellor: ChugDah hegh. Volcha va.
Captain Jonathan Archer: [aside, to Sato] I'll take that as a thank you.
Ensign Hoshi Sato: I don't think they have a word for 'thank you'.
Captain Jonathan Archer: What did he say?
Ensign Hoshi Sato: You don't wanna know.
Ensign Travis Mayweather: [Last lines] I'm readin an ion storm on that trajectory, sir. Should I go around it?
Captain Jonathan Archer: Can't be afraid of the wind, Ensign. Take us to warp 4.
[In a futile attempt to shoot Archer while in the temporal chamber, Silik is knocked down by the subsequent temporal shock wave]
Captain Jonathan Archer: What's the matter? No genetic tricks to keep you from gettin' knocked on your butt?
Captain Jonathan Archer: Ever since I can remember, I've seen... Vulcans as an obstacle. Always keeping us from standing on our own two feet.
Sub-Commander T'Pol: I understand.
Captain Jonathan Archer: No, I don't think you do. If I'm gonna pull this off, there're a few things I need to leave behind. Things like... preconceptions, holding grudges. This mission would've failed without your help.
Sub-Commander T'Pol: I won't dispute that.
Captain Jonathan Archer: I was thinking. A Vulcan science officer could come in handy. But if I asked you to stay, it might look like I wasn't ready to do this on my own.
Sub-Commander T'Pol: Perhaps you should add pride to your list.
Captain Jonathan Archer: Perhaps I should.
Sub-Commander T'Pol: It might be best if I were to contact my superiors and make the request myself. With your permission.
Captain Jonathan Archer: Permission granted.
Captain Jonathan Archer: I hope nobody is in a big hurry to get home. Starfleet seems to think that we're ready to begin our mission. I understand there's an inhabited planet a few light years from here.
Ensign Hoshi Sato: We've detected it, sir. Sensors show a nitrogen sulfide atmosphere.
Lieutenant Malcolm Reed: Probably not humanoids?
Captain Jonathan Archer: That's what we're here to find out. Prepare to break orbit, and lay in a course.
Ensign Travis Mayweather: I'm reading an ion storm on that trajectory, sir. Should I go around it?
Captain Jonathan Archer: We can't be afraid of the wind, Ensign. Take us to warp four.