Dr. Zefram Cochrane: On this site, a powerful engine will be built - an engine that will someday help us to travel a hundred times faster than we can today. Imagine it: thousands of inhabited planets at our fingertips. And we'll be able to explore those strange new worlds, and seek out new life, and new civilizations. This engine will let us go boldly, where no man has gone before.
Young Archer: "Where no man has gone before."
[Archer is trying to coax Sato into joining his crew as Communications Officer, with a recording of Klingon language]
Ensign Hoshi Sato: What do you know about these... Klingons?
Capt. Jonathan Archer: Not much. An empire of warriors - with eighty poly-guttural dialects constructed on an adaptive syntax.
Ensign Hoshi Sato: [referring to the recording] Turn it up.
Capt. Jonathan Archer: Think of it. You'd be the first Human to talk to these people. Do you really want someone else to do it?
Lieutenant Malcolm Reed: No doubt Mr. Tucker will reassure me that my equipment will be here tomorrow. "Keep your shirt on, Lieutenant."
Capt. Jonathan Archer: I'm sorry to take you away from your program, but... our doctors haven't even heard of a Klingon.
Dr. Phlox: Please, no apologies! What better time to study Human beings than when they're under pressure?
[Admiral Forrest is speculating about Klaang's purpose on Earth]
Admiral Maxwell Forrest: Ambassador Soval thinks it would be best if we push off your launch until we've cleared this up.
Capt. Jonathan Archer: Well, isn't that a surprise. You'd think they would've come up with something a little more imaginative this time.
Henry Archer: [to his son] You can't be afraid of the wind. Learn to trust it.
Admiral Maxwell Forrest: Jon. I think you know everyone.
Capt. Jonathan Archer: [noticing Klaang in the intensive care unit] Not everyone.
Admiral Daniel Leonard: It's a Klingot.
Vulcan Attaché Tos: A Kling-on.
Lieutenant Malcolm Reed: Pardon me, but if I don't realign the deflector, the first grain of space dust we come across will blow a hole through this ship the size of your fist.
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: Keep your shirt on, Lieutenant. Your equipment'll be here in the morning.
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.
Klaang: RaQo jadICH!
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: I don't particularly like the way you smell, either!
[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?
[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.
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.
Vulcan Ambassador Soval: Listen to me, you're making a mistake!
Capt. Jonathan Archer: When your logic doesn't work, you raise your voice? You've been on Earth too long.
Ensign Travis Mayweather: [about the transporter] I heard this platform's been approved for bio-transport.
Lieutenant Malcolm Reed: I presume you mean fruits and vegetables.
Ensign Travis Mayweather: I mean Armory officers and helmsmen.
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: [on the prospect of having T'Pol on board Enterprise] I don't know. I'd be more comfortable with Porthos on the bridge.
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: [introducing himself] Trip. I'm called Trip.
Sub-Commander T'Pol: I'll try to remember that.
Capt. Jonathan Archer: While you may not share our enthusiasm about this mission, I expect you to follow our rules. What's said in this room and out on that bridge is privileged information. I don't want every word I say being picked apart the next day by the Vulcan High Command.
Sub-Commander T'Pol: My reason for being here is not espionage. My superiors simply asked me to assist you.
Capt. Jonathan Archer: Your superiors don't think we can flush a toilet without one of you to assist us.
Admiral Maxwell Forrest: When Zefram Cochrane made his legendary warp flight ninety years ago, and drew the attention of our new friends, the Vulcans, we realized that we weren't alone in the galaxy. Today, we are about to cross a new threshold. For nearly a century, we've waded ankle-deep in the ocean of space. Now it's finally time to swim.
Capt. Jonathan Archer: Take her out, Mr. Mayweather. Straight and steady.
Ensign Travis Mayweather: Have you ever slept in zero G?
Ensign Travis Mayweather: [nods] It's just like being back in the womb.
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: I've heard the women on Draylax have...
Ensign Travis Mayweather: [nods] Three. That's true.
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: You know that first-hand?
Ensign Travis Mayweather: First-hand, second-hand... third-hand...
Dr. Phlox: [about his Altarian marsupial] Their droppings contain the greatest concentration of regenerative enzymes found anywhere.
Capt. Jonathan Archer: Their "droppings"?
Dr. Phlox: If you're going to try to embrace new worlds, you must try to embrace new ideas.
[Archer and Phlox are discussing Klaang, who is lying unconscious in sickbay]
Capt. Jonathan Archer: Ensign Mayweather tells me that we'll be to Qo'noS in about eighty hours. Any chance he'll be conscious by then?
Dr. Phlox: There's a chance he'll be conscious within the next ten minutes. Just not a very good one.
Ensign Hoshi Sato: [translating Klaang's Klingon talk] He s... he says his... his wife has grown ugly?
[Klaang is shouting in Klingon]
Capt. Jonathan Archer: Do you know how to tell him to shut up?
Ensign Hoshi Sato: [to Klaang] SHUT UP!
Sub-Commander T'Pol: Perhaps you'd like to go to your quarters and lie down.
Ensign Hoshi Sato: Ponfo mirann.
Sub-Commander T'Pol: I was instructed to speak English on this voyage. And I'd appreciate it if you'd respect that.
[T'Pol is attempting clumsily to cut a bread stick with a fork]
Capt. Jonathan Archer: It might be a little easier using your fingers.
Sub-Commander T'Pol: Vulcans don't touch food with their hands.
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: Can't wait to see you tackle the spare ribs.
Sub-Commander T'Pol: It remains to be seen whether Humanity will revert to its baser instincts.
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: Well, we used to have cannibals on Earth. Who knows how far we'll revert? Lucky this isn't a long mission.
Capt. Jonathan Archer: Human instinct is pretty strong. You can't expect us to change overnight.
Sub-Commander T'Pol: With proper discipline...
[she finally manages to cut a clean piece off her breadstick and holds it up with her fork]
Sub-Commander T'Pol: ...anything's possible.
Capt. Jonathan Archer: That's... never happened before.
[when Sarin changes her appearance after kissing Archer]
[Klaang has been abducted out of sickbay by Suliban, a stealth-capable race]
Capt. Jonathan Archer: We've got state-of-the-art sensors. Why the hell didn't we detect them?
Ensign Travis Mayweather: Mr. Reed thought he detected something right before we lost power.
Lieutenant Malcolm Reed: The starboard sensor logs recorded a spatial disturbance.
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: Looks more like a glitch.
Ensign Hoshi Sato: Those weren't glitches in sickbay.
Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III: [arguing with T'Pol about Archer] I realize he's only a simple Earthling; but did it ever occur to you that he might know what he's doin'? It's no secret Starfleet hasn't been around too long. God knows you remind us of that every chance you get. But does that mean the man who's been put in charge of this mission doesn't deserve our support? Then again, loyalty's an emotion - isn't it?
Ensign Travis Mayweather: I can't isolate Human bio-signs. They could be anywhere in the complex.
Lieutenant Malcolm Reed: Try Vulcan bio-signs.
[at that moment, there is a knock on the shuttlepod's window - from T'Pol]
Lieutenant Malcolm Reed: I found her!
Sub-Commander T'Pol: You humans claim to be enlightened, yet you still consume the flesh of animals.
Admiral Maxwell Forrest: We may need to defer to their judgment.
Capt. Jonathan Archer: We've been deferring to their judgment for a hundred years!
Admiral Maxwell Forrest: Jon.
Capt. Jonathan Archer: How much longer?
Sub-Commander T'Pol: Until you've proven you're ready.
Capt. Jonathan Archer: Ready to what?
Sub-Commander T'Pol: To look beyond your provincial attitudes and your volatile nature.
Capt. Jonathan Archer: Volatile? You have no idea how much I'm restraining myself from knocking you on your ass.