Archer: "T'Pol." T'Pol: "17% oxygen, 81% nitrogen." Tucker: "Sounds like home!"
	T'Pol: "Vulcan ships would begin by sending automated probes down to collect more detailed scans. If the planet proved to be Minshara-class, we would then conduct a geophysical survey from orbit." Mayweather: "Minshara-class?" Sato: "Suitable for humanoid life."
	Tucker: "You expect us to sit up here for a week while probes have all the fun?"
	Cutler: "Thanks for choosing me for this mission." T'Pol: "You are selected because your specialty is entomology. This planet has a diverse insect population." Tucker: "You'd have better luck making friends with a house fly."
	Tucker: "Where no dog has gone before!"
	Archer: "You'd sure to get a copy back to the Vulcan High Command." T'Pol: "You have your assignments. We'll rendezvous here at nineteen hundred hours unless the Captain wants us to pose for more pictures."
	T'Pol: "It's highly doubtful that a distress beacon could function continuously for sixty-three years." Tucker: "Let me guess: no ghost stories on Vulcan."
	Tucker: "Give me your boot!" Mayweather: "For what?" Tucker: "So I can squash it!" Mayweather: "Are we allowed to squash alien lifeforms?" Tucker: "If they're inside your sleeping bag! Where'd you put the phase pistols?" Mayweather: "You want to shoot a bug?" Tucker: "I'm just gonna stun it!"
	Tucker: "That would require some of those useless Human emotions!" T'Pol: "Your emotions are beginning to affect your judgement: you're becoming irrational." Tucker: "You've never seen me irrational!"
	Archer: "Archer to T'Pol." T'Pol: "Yes, Captain." Archer: "We have Novakovic." T'Pol: "And I have a phase pistol pointed at my head."
	Tucker: "You didn't shoot me, last night, did ya?" T'Pol: "I'm afraid I did."
	Archer: "I'd like to put together the survey team. I assume that's not a violation of protocol."

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