- [Enterprise is approaching the Berengaria system]
- Commander T'Pol: A Vulcan science vessel surveyed the seventh planet over 50 years ago. The file states it's an M-class world with a flourishing ecosystem. No intelligent life.
- Captain Jonathan Archer: Sounds promising.
- Commander T'Pol: They did report one distinctive feature which bears mentioning.
- Captain Jonathan Archer: And that is?
- Commander T'Pol: A species of flying reptile, some reportedly over 200 meters long. They're also said to breathe fire.
- [the crew's expressions become a mixture of curiosity and skepticism]
- Commander T'Pol: There's been lingering questions over the accuracy of this report.
- Captain Jonathan Archer: [suppressing a grin] We can't wait to find out.
- [T'Pol has told Tucker that they share a psychic bond]
- Commander Tucker: So, if we're bonded... what does this have to do with me not being affected by the Orions?
- Commander T'Pol: I'm immune to the pheromones because of my Vulcan physiology.
- Commander Tucker: And you're making me immune?
- Commander T'Pol: Apparently.
- Commander Tucker: Well... I don't know whether to be relieved or... really worried.
- Navaar: Commander Tucker. I'm impressed. I'm beginning to see who's the true master of this vessel.
- Commander Tucker: Oh, save it. Captain Archer runs this ship. You're sweet-talking the wrong guy.
- Commander T'Pol: At least we've learned something about the Orions.
- Lieutenant Malcolm Reed: Yeah, the women are in charge!
- Commander T'Pol: It proves that even the most disagreeable species have some... positive attributes.
- Captain Jonathan Archer: It almost sounded like you were making a joke.
- Commander Tucker: At least trying to make one.
- Commander T'Pol: I assure you, if I ever decide to make a joke, you'll know about it.
- Commander Tucker: There it is again.
- Captain Jonathan Archer: T'Pol, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were picking up some of Trip's bad habits.
- Harrad-Sar: I can see you're upset, and I sympathize. But it's truly out of my hands. We're both slaves to the situation.
- Captain Jonathan Archer: ...They control you?
- Harrad-Sar: You finally realize that. Yes, Captain, you've been operating under a misconception. It is the men who are the slaves, not the women.
- [Archer and Reed have been invited to a snack on Harrad-Sar's ship]
- Harrad-Sar: You have acquired something of a reputation, Captain.
- Captain Jonathan Archer: Favorable, I hope?
- Harrad-Sar: Well, you're wanted in the Klingon Empire, the Orion Syndicate... I don't know, I-I would've imagined such a man would have a more robust appetite.
- Captain Jonathan Archer: With all those people after me, I need to stay quick on my feet.
- Commander Tucker: Try to divert some of the power from the grav-plating!
- [to the crew]
- Commander Tucker: We're gonna be a little lighter on our feet!
- [to himself]
- Commander Tucker: What the hell, I've been meaning to lose a few pounds.
- [Harrad-Sar has scantily-clad Orion slave girls brought in for Archer's and Reed's entertainment]
- Harrad-Sar: What do you think?
- Lieutenant Malcolm Reed: [fascinated] I can't think.
- Harrad-Sar: Captain?
- Captain Jonathan Archer: I'd have to agree with my Tactical Officer.
- [Sato consults Dr. Phlox about a headache]
- Ensign Hoshi Sato: It's probably just stress.
- Dr. Phlox: Plenty of that going around.
- Ensign Hoshi Sato: Or it could be our new passengers.
- Dr. Phlox: The Orion females? Why should they give you a headache?
- Ensign Hoshi Sato: I'm just not used to seeing guys trip over themselves like that.
- Dr. Phlox: Oh, just a little healthy sexual energy. Helps keep the blood pumping.
- Ensign Hoshi Sato: If you ask me, it's pumping a little too hard.
- [Mayweather is lifting heavy weights to forget about the Orion women]
- Ensign Travis Mayweather: When I was on my parents' ship, we picked up some Deltans once. Their ship was having engine trouble.
- Lieutenant Malcolm Reed: I don't know that species.
- Ensign Travis Mayweather: The females are unbelievably attractive. Very open about...
- [he succumbs to the strain]
- Ensign Travis Mayweather: I was fifteen. I couldn't think straight. Could barely breathe. Only thing that got me through it was weight training with my dad. He said if I was exhausted, idle hands and all that.
- Lieutenant Malcolm Reed: Well, did it help?
- Ensign Travis Mayweather: Helped my biceps.
- Harrad-Sar: Can I be of help, Captain? Do you need a tow?
- Captain Jonathan Archer: We still have weapons. You're not gonna get this ship without one hell of a fight!
- Harrad-Sar: I'd rather I didn't have to kill you, but... if that's what it takes. The Syndicate wants your head, Captain; and they don't really care whether or not it's attached to your body.
- Navaar: Please, release us.
- [Archer's hand moves toward the button to open the doors]
- Commander T'Pol: Captain!
- [Archer comes to his senses at the last second]
- Navaar: I'm obviously not the only woman with power over you.
- Harrad-Sar: Incredible, aren't they? They can make you forget most of your troubles. Of course, creatures such as these come with troubles of their own. But women are the same throughout the galaxy, aren't they?
- Commander T'Pol: I've been hearing some concerns from the crew.
- Captain Jonathan Archer: Concerns?
- Commander T'Pol: The Orion women. Their presence is becoming disruptive.
- Captain Jonathan Archer: You're telling me. The crew isn't used to having Orions on board.
- Commander T'Pol: It's more than that. Our guests visited the mess hall this morning. As a result, twelve crewmen reported late for their shifts.
- Captain Jonathan Archer: I get the picture.
- Commander T'Pol: It's primarily their attire.
- Captain Jonathan Archer: Or lack of it!
- Captain Jonathan Archer: Any chance to improve relations with the Syndicate, I'm willing to take that risk. Anything to have one less hostile species out there.
- Navaar: I can see you're not very experienced at making threats.
- Captain Jonathan Archer: I'm a lot better at carrying them out.