Kellie Waymire credited as playing...
Crewman Elizabeth Cutler
- [Phlox is about to go into hibernation]
- Sub-Commander T'Pol: And if someone should require medical attention during your hibernation?
- Dr. Phlox: Crewman Cutler is a capable medic.
- Crewman Elizabeth Cutler: Yeah, I know where the bandages are.
- [Phlox is examining Mayweather]
- Dr. Phlox: It's definitely being caused by an antigenic compound in his system. We'll need Regulan blood worms.
- Ensign Travis Mayweather: What?
- Dr. Phlox: They're excellent at filtering toxins.
- Crewman Elizabeth Cutler: Uh... which container are they in?
- Dr. Phlox: No, fresh ones would be better!
- Dr. Phlox: [activates com panel] Set a course for Regulus, maximum warp!
- Sub-Commander T'Pol: Doctor, I think this was a mistake. You should return to your quarters.
- Dr. Phlox: I appreciate the offer, but it would be best to keep our relationship professional.
- [T'Pol and Cutler have gone to wake Phlox from hibernation]
- Crewman Elizabeth Cutler: [whispering] I'm not so sure this is a good idea.
- Sub-Commander T'Pol: There's no need to whisper. He's in a state of deep hibernation.
- Crewman Elizabeth Cutler: Yeah, that's what I'm worried about.
- [Culter gives Phlox a hypospray, but there is no response]
- Sub-Commander T'Pol: Did you use the correct dosage?
- Dr. Phlox: [wakes up, shouting] Do'sani! Do'sani, yo-to aruda!
- [collapses again]
- Crewman Elizabeth Cutler: Phlox?
- Dr. Phlox: [groans] I don't care what it tastes like.
- Sub-Commander T'Pol: Wake up, Doctor.
- Dr. Phlox: Sub-Commander. Has it been forty-eight hours?
- Sub-Commander T'Pol: No.
- Dr. Phlox: Then why did you wake me?
- Sub-Commander T'Pol: There's a medical emergency.
- Dr. Phlox: Emergency? Then call the doctor.
- Sub-Commander T'Pol: *You're* the doctor.
- Dr. Phlox: Of course. Who's sick?
- Sub-Commander T'Pol: Ensign Mayweather.
- Dr. Phlox: Who?
- Sub-Commander T'Pol: Ensign Mayweather, our helmsman.
- Dr. Phlox: I know who he is!
- [looks under his sheets]
- Dr. Phlox: Where is he?
- Sub-Commander T'Pol: He's in Sickbay.
- Dr. Phlox: We're not in Sickbay?
- Sub-Commander T'Pol: We're in your quarters.
- Dr. Phlox: Well, then... to Sickbay!
- [gets out of bed and falls on the floor]
- Dr. Phlox: I could use some assistance, please.