Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It could be a trap, commander.

The captain's on his way. We're getting out of here.

Doesn't that impress you?

But Webb is still out there, drifting.

At least, there didn't seem to be.

Mr. Reed. Can you get a lock on him?

- Ethan, respond. - Who's there? Who is that?

I can't tell you how sorry I am, captain.

I have no idea what you just said, but it didn't sound very nice.

The rocks are composed of limestone and cormalite.

This is nothing compared to a hurricane

Travis. Travis.

- Of what? - Your little conspiracy.

I need to know if they're gonna be dead when we get there in the morning.

I must have twisted up my neck.

We don't wanna go waltzing into their back yard.

Maybe it's the ghost of George Webb.

I like the looks of the northern continent.

but it's imperative that you inoculate yourselves as soon as possible.

The planet supports a diverse ecology, but there are no signs of humanoid life.

so they're not too happy right now. I'm sure you can understand that.

You'd have better luck making friends with a housefly.

- T'Pol. - How are you doing?

Try to hold on. Archer out.

Try flying through an ion storm at warp 2.

What are you doing?

It's beautiful, all right.

I'd like you to put together the survey team.

- Will it affect T'Pol as well? - There's no way to know.

- Will this tro...? - Tropolisine.

Sir, we can't safely land in this wind with a thruster out.

Travis. Travis.

You have your assignments. We'll rendezvous here at 1900 hours.

Archer to Phlox.

When the subspace noise is real low,

- I'm just gonna stun it. - T'Pol to Tucker.

Are we allowed to squash alien life forms?

That's second nature to you Vulcans, isn't it?

Prep a shuttlepod, Mr. Tucker.

with me overnight to study them.

See if you can find a good place to set down.