Episode Report Card Keckler: A | 1 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT A Slave's Narrative
By Keckler | Season 2 | Episode 22 | Aired on 04.29.2003
Not liking T'Pol's perspective, Trip goes off to Sick Bay in the hopes of getting Phlox to agree with him. However, since in the course of his conversation with T'Pol, Trip compared It to one of Phlox's leeches, I wonder why he thought Phlox would be at all sympathetic to his "moral" dilemma. As predicted, Phlox also thinks Trip should stay the heck out of the Vissians' bedroom. Ignoring Phlox's statement that it's not a question of "right" or "wrong," Trip wonders if, when the doctor scanned the Vissians before they came on board, he scanned their neural nets as well. Phlox didn't. Trip decides he wants to scan It's brain functions to see how they compare with Massa and Mrs. Massa's mental capacity. "Why would you want to?" Phlox incredules. "Jes' curry-us," Trip lies.
Mess Hall. Reed introduces Velo to the art of smelly-cheese-eating. "You said our food was aromatically bland and I thought this might change your mind," Reed explains. He could have sliced open a few white onions and made her snort them as well. Velo sniffs a piece before putting it back and judging, "Mild but very nice." Reed spears another cube and offers it to her. Velo sniffs, "The odor's a little spicier -- what's it called?" "Stilton," the Brit proclaims. "Chef says it's pretty pungent." What kind of British household was he raised in anyway? Stilton, port, and nuts are all par for the course with the families I know over there. Reed admits that it's been a long time since he tried it. So long that he's forgotten how it tastes? How is that even possible?
As lis grows green with envy, Velo feeds Reed the Stilton and he likes it. Velo points out a third cheese and asks its name. "Alsatian Muenster," Reed shouts out to me, since that was a question on my Provincial French Exam. Velo shoves the piece under Reed's nose and asks if he doesn't find it sensual. Yes, I find it to be the most sensual of all the stinky cheeses. "Very," Reed says, taking a bite. Velo draws one of her fingers across Reed's lower lip -- I think she was trying to clean up his smudged lipstick -- and pulls the bitten cheese away. "Can we visit the armory later? I'm interested in seeing your tactical array," Velo says. "There's an old Earth expression: 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours,'" Reed smarms. Velo bites into the Muenster. You know that pick-up line only worked on her because she's an alien and doesn't know any better. If he tried that cheesy (ahem) line on a human he'd get a Cosmopolitan in his face. Although, does anyone really throw drinks in people's faces? Especially in the faces of people they don't even know? Maybe the worst he'd get is a muttered, "Um, I think my friend needs help sitting down. 'Scuse me." I just refuse to believe the Hollywood stereotype that the average female barfly is really that much of a bitch.