Settembre 2151: L'equipaggio incontra una razza aliena che ha disperatamente bisogno di assistenza medica e scientifica, ma Phlox scopre che l'epidemia che sta decimando quella razza è di origine evolutiva.
Phlox: I believe your compassion to all these people has affected your judgement.
Archer: My compassion guides my judgement.
Cutler: Phlox, as far as your extended family goes, I'm not interested in becoming wife number four. I just wanna be your friend.
Phlox: What you mean my friend?
Cutler: Let us see where it goes.
Phlox: The Captain has committed all our resources to helping people he didn't even know existed two days ago. Once again, I'm struck by your species' desire to help others.
Archer: I don't think these people are 'bout to steal anything.
T'Pol: Your experience with lesser civilizations is limited, Captain. You might be surprised what a temptation our technology can be.
T'Pol: In my experience, Humans lack the... emotional maturity for interspecies relationships. They tend to be easily infatuated with things they find new.
Cutler: You have... two ex-wives?
Phlox: I have three current wives.
Archer: Some day, my people are going to come up with some sort of a doctrine, something that tells us what we can and can't do out here, should and shouldn't do. But until somebody tells me that they have drafted that directive, I'm going to have to remind myself that we didn't come out here to play god.
Phlox: If I hadn't trusted the Captain to make the right choice, I'd have been no better than the Vulcan diplomats who held your species back because they felt you couldn't make proper decisions on your own.
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