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Originally Posted by erobourous
Andromeda: I just got off the phone with Dylan. Apparently he was trapped in the past.
Tucker: So, was I a good father?
Andromeda: I've got a theory: there is a demon, a dancing demon. No, something isn't right here....
Lorian: Ew. That's my wrinkly old mom you're talking about.
Dylan: Well, shut it down and we'll deal with your Magog another way. We've got a deep-fryer, right?
Höhne: Shut the device down? But it's so high-tech and sophisticated and... and shiny!
Harper: I know, but Dylan told us to and he's God.
Archer: Whoa! You're wrinkly and old!
Höhne: I set it up like one of those little dinosaur toys. You know, "leave in water and it grows all by itself"?
Tyr: What am I doing in the machine shop?
Harper: Accident. The device brought you here.
Tyr: Where's my shirt?
Old T'Pol: (sigh) I didn't care then, and I don't care now.
Mayweather: And then I end up marrying a hot MACO! It's like one of my fanfic stories and it really happened!
Höhne: What have I told you about 'shipping? Do I need to whack you again?
Rekeeb: No, sir.
Andromeda: Harper just told me the freaky time stuff is happening to him too.
Dylan: Aha! So I'm not insane.
Andromeda: Or, you're not the only one insane.
Reed: I never get married. I don't understand it.
Sato: Don't worry. That doesn't mean you didn't have any relationships with women. It just means they threw you out like a used paper towel when they were done.
Dylan: Also possible. What do you think we should do?
Andromeda: The horizontal mambo.
Trance: You saved me, Beka! My hero!
Beka: Uh, heroine.
Trance: No thanks, I've got plenty.
Lorian: Why are you holding a stapler?
Archer: No reason. Here, lean against this section of hull.
Dylan: Okay, let's get our data together. One: the ship's been temporally shattered.
Andromeda: Two: it's happening to the planet too.
Beka: (over the comm) Three: Stuff from the future keeps attacking Trance, probably for good reasons.
Tyr: (over the comm) Four: My chest is bare.
Lorian: You told him! Why are you always telling on me to my friends?
Old T'Pol: He deserved to know your plan might get him killed.
Dylan: Then it's settled. Our best strategy is to continue roaming randomly until one of us hits on a solution.
Andromeda: If I say I'm a solution, will you hit on me?
Old T'Pol: All right, I admit it. I just don't like you much. You remind me of Trip.
Lorian: Enterprise won't make it to Degra now, so we'll go instead. To do that, we'll have to attack them and steal part of their warp core.
Karyn: Wouldn't that be wrong?
Lorian: No, it's payback for the time they did it themselves.
Karyn: Oh, to those aliens from two episodes ago?
Vance: Hey, it's a Nietzschean.
Tyr: Yeah, hi... is this timeframe before my kinsmen stage a bloody revolt?
Vance: After, actually.
Tyr: I'll be fleeing in terror now.
Lorian: To us 117 years ago. I love cause and effect.
Tucker: So. You an' me.
T'Pol: All it proves is that our future selves are insane.
Beka: Well, this'll be fun....
Tucker: That's not true. I really care about you.
Beka: Yeah, whatever. Just pass me my chakram.
Tyr: They're trying to kill me, Dylan! Do something!
Dylan: No problem -- I'll distract them with my buff physique.
Vance: Nice try. It takes more than that to distract me.
Tucker: Stupid Vulcans. I... hey! Are you stealing our warp plasma injectors?
Tyr: And distracted. Well done, sir.
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