T'Pol: My reason for being here is not espionage. My superiors simply asked me to assist you.
Archer: Your superiors don't think we can flush a toilet without one of you to assist us.
Travis: Course laid in, sir. Request permission to get underway.
(T'Pol looks at her console and turns to Captain Archer)
T'Pol: The coordinates are off by point two degrees.
Captain Archer: (slightly annoyed) Thank you.
(Captain Archer turns back to Mayweather)
Captain Archer: Let's go.
(Enterprise jumps into warp)
Archer: God she's beautiful.
Trip: And fast. Warp four point five next Thursday.
Archer: Neptune and back in six minutes.
Trip: If I didn't know better, I'd think you were afraid of flying.
Archer: If I'm afraid of anything, it's the scrambled eggs I had for breakfast.
Trip: Since when do we have Vulcan Science Officers?
Archer: Since we needed starcharts to get to Kronos.
Trip: So we get a few maps...and they get to put a spy on our ship?
Archer: Admiral Forrest says we should think of her more as a "chaperone."
T'Pol: Space is very big, Captain...a shadow on your sensors won't help you find them. This is a foolish mission.
T'Pol: You are going to be contacting Starfleet to advise them of our situation.
Archer: No, I'm not. And neither are you. Now get the hell out there and make yourself useful.
Archer: We've been deferring to their judgement for a hundred years.
Admiral Forrest: John...
Archer: How much longer?
T'Pol: Until you've proven you're ready.
Archer: Ready to what?!
T'Pol: To look beyond your provincial attitudes and volatile nature.
Archer: Volatile? You have no idea how much I'm restraining myself from knocking you on your ass!