- Ensign Sylvia Tilly: I keep thinking there's gotta be something on Earth that we'll recognize, right? I don't know, the Gateway Arch, maybe? Uh... the Giza Pyramids? Homemade hummingbird cake?
- Michael Burnham: Cake is eternal.
- Ensign Sylvia Tilly: [laughs] Cake is eternal.
- Cleveland Booker: Someone's eventually gonna find out about this stash you have.
- Michael Burnham: Yeah, Discovery will be a target. You too. You pissed off some scary people.
- Cleveland Booker: You helped.
- Michael Burnham: Thank you.
- Cleveland Booker: Is there anyone here we could piss off?
- Michael Burnham: [after Booker puts on a Starfleet uniform] You're "Lieutenant Booker" now.
- Cleveland Booker: Aye, aye, Commander.
- Michael Burnham: One "aye", we're not pirates.
- Cleveland Booker: Tell me you save the day.
- Michael Burnham: I have a plan.
- Cleveland Booker: Yes.
- Michael Burnham: Remember Donatu 7?
- Cleveland Booker: No.
- Michael Burnham: You do so.
- Cleveland Booker: Yes. Okay. But I'm trying to forget.
- Michael Burnham: Well, we need to get to your ship. Unless you want to keep brooding into your synthehol...
- Cleveland Booker: Synthehol?
- Michael Burnham: Mmm.
- Cleveland Booker: Damn. And here I am trying to get a buzz on and reach a place of existential despair.