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Quotes of Movie: "Enterprise" [2001]
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Take your Vulcan cynicism and bury it with your repressed emotions. Am I sensing concern? Last I checked, that was considered an emotion. Lt. Reed: They have two settings: stun and kill... It'd be best not to confuse them. [after being cursed at by a Klingon and not understanding him] Well I don't particularly like the way YOU smell, either. | |
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[after using a "phase pistol" for the first time] Well, I guess stun works. What's the matter? No genetic tricks to keep you from getting knocked on your butt? Captain Archer: You know that you and cheddar don't get along. You aren't saying much tonight. Don't tell me you're still upset about me and Amanda. Subcommander T'Pol: I'm not upset. Commander Tucker: Sure sounds like it. Subcommander T'Pol: You're mistaken. Commander Tucker: Why would a few neuropressure sessions between me and a MACO be such a big deal. Unless... Subcommander T'Pol: Unless what? Commander Tucker: Unless you're a little jealous. Subcommander T'Pol: I don't experience jealousy. Commander Tucker: You're doing a pretty fair imitation of it. Subcommander T'Pol: I am not, in any way, jealous of you and Corporal Cole. Commander Tucker: You know, your voice is tensing up. That's a dead giveaway. Subcommander T'Pol: I didn't know you were an expert in vocal inflections. Commander Tucker: I don't need to be an expert to read you. Come on, admit it. You're a little jealous. Subcommander T'Pol: Are you implying that I'm attracted to you? Commander Tucker: That kind of goes along with the assumption, doesn't it? Is there something else? Commander Tucker: You and Trip used to spend a lot of time here together. Subcommander T'Pol: I was instructing him in the practice of Vulcan neuropressure. Commander Tucker: I remember. We were lying right there [points to floor] Commander Tucker: working the neural nodes on each other's feet, talking about the warp engines. How I was hoping to modify them. Subcommander T'Pol: How Commander Tucker was hoping to modify them. Commander Tucker: [dejected] Right, Commander Tucker. [pause] Commander Tucker: You know, he was really starting to enjoy those sessions with you. Subcommander T'Pol: They were helping him sleep. Commander Tucker: [voice getting quieter] I'm not sure that's the only reason. Subcommander T'Pol: What do you mean? Commander Tucker: Was there ever anything between you and Trip? Subcommander T'Pol: If you are referring to a romantic relationship... no. Commander Tucker: The reason I ask is... well... you're all I think about, if you know what I mean. And, I'm not talking about an adolescent crush. That was... well, that was two days ago. This is much more serious, the way I feel about you. Anyway, what's driving me crazy is, I don't know if these feelings are mine... or his. Subcommander T'Pol: [voice cracking] I can't answer that. Commander Tucker: I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Subcommander T'Pol: I'm not uncomfortable. Commander Tucker: I just thought I should tell you this, while I still had the chance. May I come in? [Sim nods OK] Subcommander T'Pol: I just wanted to say how much your absence will affect the crew... how much it will affect me. Commander Tucker: I appreciate that. All in all, I guess I've a pretty good life... [T'Pol steps forward and gives him a short but sweet kiss] Commander Tucker: I couldn't have asked for a better going away present. I think you're mistaken about who's attracted to whom. Commander Tucker: Are you saying I'm attracted to you? Subcommander T'Pol: I don't need to say it, you already have. Commander Tucker: I don't remember that conversation. Subcommander T'Pol: It wasn't you, it was your clone, Sim told me. Commander Tucker: Sim? Subcommander T'Pol: He said he had feelings for me. Commander Tucker: He told you that? Subcommander T'Pol: [nodding towards the spot where Sim had stood] Standing right there. Commander Tucker: What the hell was he doing in your room? Subcommander T'Pol: Your voice is tensing up. Commander Tucker: Now you're the vocal expert? Subcommander T'Pol: I don't need to be an expert to read you. Commander Tucker: I can't believe this. I'm... I'm jealous of... myself? Subcommander T'Pol: You're jealous? Commander Tucker: No. Absolutely not. Okay, maybe, maybe I am a little. Subcommander T'Pol: Which would mean you're attracted to me. [Trip gives her a look] Subcommander T'Pol: It goes with the assumption. Commander Tucker: What just happened here? Did we? Are we? [T'Pol leans in and kisses Trip strongly] [to a Orion slave owner trying to recapture her] I'm not for sale! Lieutenant Talas: For what it's worth, Lieutenant, I'm not here to steal your secrets. It would hardly be worth the effort. Lt. Reed: I beg your pardon? Lieutenant Talas: Last time I saw weapons like these was during my early tactical training. Lt. Reed: [sarcastically] Sorry I wasted your time on our primitive systems. Lieutenant Talas: Not at all. I found it nostalgic. [Reed sneers indignantly] Lieutenant Talas: Just be careful when you reconnect that to your power grid. You didn't reset the EPS synchroniser. You may singe your eyebrows when you bring it back online. All we have left is to reset the emitters. Lieutenant Talas: What's the frequency? Lt. Reed: I'll do it. Lieutenant Talas: You don't trust me. Lt. Reed: No offence, but when it comes to our weapons frequencies, I wouldn't trust my own mother. Lieutenant Talas: Is your mother considered a security risk? Lt. Reed: It's just an expression. Lieutenant Talas: An odd one. My mother's security clearance is higher than mine. You don't want to know my specialty! Captain Archer: Let me guess... stinking up the room? [after receiving a message in an Insectoid language] Doesn't exactly sound like "Welcome to the neighbourhood". The Captain's behavior is becoming increasingly illogical, even for a human. I had no idea that humans were so resilient. It's not a trait found in most primate species. Someone once said that dealing with Reptilians is like bargaining with the sun. You make no progress, and you come away burned. Captain Archer: I'll bet you didn't know this, but at one time, most of my world was ruled by reptiles. Commander Dolum: I wasn't aware of that. Captain Archer: A comet hit around 65 million years ago caused a mass extinction. Most of the reptiles died out. Mammals became the dominant species. Commander Dolum: How unfortunate. Captain Archer: Still, the reptiles might have come out on top, if it hadn't been for a slight disadvantage. Commander Dolum: And what was that? Captain Archer: They had brains the size of a walnut. That's very small. Apparently, it's a constant in the universe. Commander Dolum: [resisting the urge to strangle Archer] Earth vessels... how many? Captain Archer: The reptiles didn't all die out. Some evolved into snakes, alligators, turtles. As a matter of fact, one of my favorite restaurants in San Francisco makes the most wonderful turtle soup. You should try it sometimes if you're ever in the area. Commander Dolum: [putting his hand to Archer's throat] You want me to kill you? Captain Archer: Just making conversation. [about flying the alien vessel] How difficult can it be? Up, down, forward, reverse. I'll figure it out. [to a Klingon] You tell 'em, big guy. Maybe it's a log. What do you think? Commander Tucker: Beats me. Could be a laundry list... or instructions on how to conquer the universe? Where did you put the phase pistols? Lt. Reed: You're going to shoot a bug? Commander Tucker: I'm just going to stun it. Tell me, did your visit to the Xyrillian ship involve any... uh... romance? Commander Tucker: What? Dr. Phlox: Were you intimate with anyone? Commander Tucker: Doc, I was over there to repair a warp reactor. What are you talking about? Dr. Phlox: Seems you did a little more than repair work. Commander Tucker: Meaning? Dr. Phlox: This is a nipple. Commander Tucker: I beg your pardon? Dr. Phlox: Ah, ah, the blastocyst is located between the sixth and seventh intercostals. Commander Tucker: What the hell are you talking about? Dr. Phlox: I'm not quite sure congratulations are in order, Commander, but you're pregnant. | |
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