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T'Pol reported to Sickbay
Phlox with a ready hypospray
"This should ease
Your social disease,
Beyond that I have nothing to say." |
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| "Did you know that dogs cannot operate MRIs, but cats can?" |
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Phlox: All my tests have come back normal. Why did you request a full physical exam at this time?
T’Pol: It was a convenient way to avoid my mother’s disappointment. |
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| “Sub-Commander, does Mr. Tucker know about your sex-change operation?” |
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| To outside observers, the Star Fleet pyjama parties were a bit strange. |
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| 3D printing has come a long way. Phlox is putting the final touches on his latest creation. |
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| “So, Sub-Commander, is the birth control causing any problems?” |
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| Plump up the Botox! |
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| Phlox goes for the jugular. |
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| “… and this injection should solve that pesky issue of rabid fans. Then we will need to move on to your supplements to deal with misogynistic corporate executives. Finally there will be a physical therapy routine to help you break glass ceilings.” |
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| “With your weekly injections, you should have better tolerance for fanfiction references.” |
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"I think you've got a screw loose."
"Of course I have - I'm letting you examine me aren't I?" |
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| The IAEA inspector was very thorough in his search for hidden nuclear weapons development. |
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T’Pol: “Doctor… Are you aware you have an insect crawling up your face?”
Phlox: “Nonsense! That’s an Immunocytic gel worm. It does wonders for your complexion. Would you like one also? You really could use some help with your pores.” |
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| When off duty, Phlox liked to make models of the crew. At least, he thought this one was a model ... |
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| (Sings) "The head bone's connected to the ... neck bone. The neck bone's connected to the ..." |
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| Come up to the lab and see what's on the slab! |
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| Micro-plastics have become so ubiquitous that regular blood testing and filtering has become Phlox’s main duty. |
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| A Silicone injection to that spot will not aid ratings. |
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| "I know you came here for a dermal filler but I'm outta stock. So I'll use sage & onion stuffing instead." |
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| Due to budget cuts, the cast had to do each others makeup. John Billingsley wasn't too good with the Vulcan ears, but Jolene Blalock had great fun using a Haribo giant jelly snake to do his ridges. |
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| "Doctor, I am not a medical expert and I am aware that Vulcan physiology is different. But I do not believe that is the correct place to inject a Brazilian Butt Lift." |
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| Phlox’s bedside manner is to be admired. Not even a Vulcan has to put in any effort. |
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| “Sub-Commander, the captain asked if I like gladiator movies. Do you know what a gladiator is?” |
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| Desperate times call for desperate measures. T’Pol cannot stand the smell of Porthos. |
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| Phlox: It is not my job or intention to judge, but please do your best to avoid the Naussican Ambassador for the duration of the mission. |
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Phlox: … and this injection will keep your allergies in check for another week.
T’Pol: I was unaware of my condition regarding human stupidity. |
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| "There you go, another dose of Sex Appeal. That should keep the show going for at least three more episodes!" |
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| Phlox was getting fed up fixing Tucker's inflatable toys. |
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| To better hide her feelings, T’Pol gets regular Botox injections. |
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"Ah, to work with such beauty! You are like china in my hands!"
"That was T'Pau. I am T'Pol!" |
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| One of those times that T’Pol regrets ever suppressing her emotions. |
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