Okay, there's just something about that Sprint PCS commercial where the babysitter pulls an Amelia Bedelia and "flours" the kids that cracks me up. I think it's the little girl laughing at the Sprint PCS guy through her tongue and teeth that really gets me.
In the painfully bright sick bay, Cpt. Quantum examines a glass tube filled with pink squiggly things. "Love what you've done with the place," he tells Dr. Phlox. "Those are immunocytic gel worms -- try not to shake them," Dr. Phlox requests. Cpt. Quantum asks what the good doctor thought of Earth. "Intriguing," Dr. Phlox tells him, taking trays of equipment to the stainless steel counters and cupboards. "I especially liked the Chinese food -- have you ever tried it?" Cpt. Quantum tells him he lived in San Francisco his whole life. "Ah," Dr. Phlox says. "Anatomically, you humans are somewhat simplistic, but what you lack biologically you make up with your charming optimism, not to mention your egg drop soup!" Hee. Cpt. Quantum lifts a round metal cage with holes out of a supply case. "Be very careful with that," Dr. Phlox instructs him. Cpt. Quantum takes a closer look at the cage; it starts to convulse and chitter with something alive. "What's in there?" he asks, quickly handing it over to Dr. Phlox. "An Altarian marsupial," Dr. Phlox tells him, and then speaks to the Altarian marsupial in some alien and metallic-sounding language. Now, I don't speak Altarian, but I swear it sounds like the Doctor says, "He's an android." I know it doesn't make any sense, but that's totally what it sounded like. I rewound it. Cpt. Quantum takes a closer look at the cage. "Their droppings contain the greatest concentration of regenerative enzymes found anywhere," Dr. Phlox says exuberantly. "Their droppings?" Cpt. Quantum says, wrinkling his not-very-pert nose. "If you're going to try to embrace new worlds, you must try to embrace new ideas. That's why the Vulcans initiated the Inter-Species Medical Exchange. There's a lot to be learned!" Dr. Phlox practically sings out. Cpt. Quantum apologizes for taking him away from his program, but Earth doctors have no clue what a Klingon is. "No apologies," Dr. Phlox cries out. "What better time to study human beings than when they're under pressure? It's a rare opportunity and your Klingon friend -- a-ha, I've never had a chance to study a living one!" Cpt. Quantum looks up from the strapped-down and unconscious Klingon and tells him that they'll reach Kronos in eighty hours. "Any chance he'll be conscious by then?" he asks, examining the Klingon's ridged, bare feet. Pew. "There's a chance he'll be conscious in ten minutes," Dr. Phlox tells him, and Cpt. Quantum looks up. "Just not a very good one." "Eighty hours, doctor," Cpt. Quantum repeats. "If he doesn't walk off this ship on his own, he doesn't stand much of a chance." Cpt. Quantum starts to walk out of sick bay. "I'll do the best I can. Optimism, Captain!" Dr. Phlox burbles at the Captain, who turns around and looks at the smiling doctor. Then Phlox's smile deepens -- with the help of computer graphics, no doubt -- into a perfect V. It was really weird-looking. In fact, I think Phlox's smile made viewers across the country jump in their seats. Cpt. Quantum looks taken aback, then smiles to himself and walks out.