Star Trek: Voyager

The Doctor:
As appealing as that sounds, I'm a doctor, not a dragonslayer.

Captain Janeway:
There are three things to remember about being a starship captain: Keep your shirt tucked in, go down with the ship, and never abandon a member of your crew.

Tuvok:
You're in love with a computer subroutine?

[repeated line]

The Doctor:
Please state the nature of the medical emergency.

The Doctor:
Please state the nature of the medical - oh, it's you.

[after Seska is unmasked as a Cardassian spy]

Seska:
I did it for you. I did it for this crew. We are alone here, at the mercy of any number of hostile aliens, because of the incomprehensible decision of a Federation captain. A Federation captain who destroyed our only chance to get home. Federation rules. Federation nobility. Federation compassion? Do you understand, if this had been a Cardassian ship, we would be home now. We must begin to forge alliances. To survive, we must have powerful friends. The Kazon-Nistrim were willing to be our protectors in return for some minor technology.

Captain Janeway:
We're Starfleet officers. Weird is part of the job.

Captain Janeway:
Who wanted to muck around in the dirt when you could be studying quantum mechanics?

Jarvin:
In case you want to take over the ship... you have our full support.

Chakotay:
If I ever hear you talk that way again, I will personally throw you in the brig for mutiny.

B'Elanna Torres:
How the hell do you know when we're having intimate relations?

Seven of Nine:
There is no one on deck 9 section 12 who does not know when you're having intimate relations.

Captain Janeway:
Mind melds... the last time I heard the words "my mind to your mind", I had a headache for two weeks.

The Doctor:
I'll complain if I want to. It's comforting.

Neelix:
I feel like I'm all alone.

The Doctor:
You *are* all alone. I'm only a holographic projection.

Seven of Nine:
You will be assimilated.

Neelix:
No time for that now. Maybe later.

Seven of Nine:
You would deny us the choice as you deny us now. You have imprisoned us in the name of humanity yet you will not grant us your most cherished human right - to choose our own fate. You are hypocritical, manipulative. We do not want to be what you are. Return us to the Collective!

Captain Janeway:
You lost the capacity to make a rational choice the moment you were assimilated. They took that from you. And until I am convinced you've gotten it back, I'm making the choice for you. You're staying here.

Seven of Nine:
Then you are no different from the Borg.

The Doctor:
Seven. Please state the nature of the medical emergency.

Seven of Nine:
I have a date.

Tuvok:
Shall I flog them as well?

Captain Janeway:
I have a boyfriend that malfunctions.

Chakotay:
You were working for her. She was working for them. Was anyone on that ship working for me?

Kes:
Is something wrong?

The Doctor:
Yes. Terribly wrong. Your brain is not on file.

Harry Kim:
That'll tear the ship apart.

Chakotay:
Then tear her apart!

Tuvok:
I am curious. Have the Q always had had an absence of manners, or is it the result of some natural evolutionary process that comes with omnipotence?

Captain Janeway:
Doctor, I forgot about you.

The Doctor:
How flattering.

Tom Paris:
When a bomb starts talking about itself in the third person, I get nervous.

Tom Paris:
I think I'm in trouble.

Harry Kim:
What's new?

Tom Paris:
I think I'm in love.

Harry Kim:
What's new?

Tom Paris:
If you hear muffled screams, consider that a request for a beam out.

Kes:
On my home-world it's much simpler. You choose a mate for life. There's no distrust, no envy, no betrayal.

The Doctor:
Your world must have very dry literature.

Chakotay:
[loudly] You've made this one lousy day for me Torres.

Dr. Zimmerman:
The last beautiful woman who walked in here turned out to be him.

The Doctor:
I'll take that as a compliment.

[the captain of a Federation time-travel ship is arrested]

Lieutenant Ducane:
I'm arresting you for crimes... you're going to commit.

[a dying Borg drone speaks to Seven, who is visibly distressed]

Seven of Nine:
You are hurting me.

One:
You will adapt.

The Doctor:
I'm a Doctor, not a counterinsurgent.

Seska:
I won't play these games with the trick of light.

The Doctor:
Sticks and stones won't break my bones, so you can imagine how I feel about being called names.

[during the birth of B'Elanna's baby]

The Doctor:
Will you relax?

B'Elanna Torres:
If you tell me to relax one more time, I'm going to rip your holographic head off!

The Doctor:
I hope you don't intend to kiss your baby with that mouth.

[During the birth of B'Elanna's baby]

The Doctor:
Klingon deliveries can sometimes take days...

[B'Elanna grabs him and screams]

The Doctor:
But I'm sure that won't be the case here.

[Last line of the series]

Captain Janeway:
Set a course for home.

Tom Paris:
I can't believe the Captain is allowing this. One minute you're in a coma, the next you're a born-again Klingon? I just don't get it.

B'Elanna Torres:
I'm not sure I get it, either. I just know this is something I have to do.

Tom Paris:
There must be an easier way for you to explore your spirituality. Go to church, or something?

B'Elanna Torres:
It wouldn't be enough.

Tom Paris:
Look, I'll read the scrolls, I'll learn Klingon. We'll figure this out together.

B'Elanna Torres:
Next time.

Tom Paris:
I just hope there is a next time.

B'Elanna Torres:
There will be.

B'Elanna Torres:
[last lines in "Barge of the Dead"] Mother? Oh god, I'm alive! [throws her arms around Janeway]

Captain Janeway:
[hugs B'Elanna] Welcome back.

Tom Paris:
Well, Harry and I wanted to explore the station. We wanted to broaden our understanding of alien cultures and...

Captain Janeway:
Skip the recruiting speech, you were looking for a bar.

[In reference to the Qomar]

Tuvok:
They are interfering with normal ship business.

Captain Janeway:
Since when has business on this ship ever been normal?

Seven of Nine:
Fun will now commence.

Tom Paris:
The only Klingon I'm afraid of is my wife after she's worked a double shift.

Captain Janeway:
Dismissed. That's a Starfleet expression for "get out".

Harry Kim:
[commenting on Paris' fighting technique] You punch like a Ferengi.

Captain Janeway:
I won't be your prisoner. You'll have to kill me.

VoyagerComputer:
Acknowledged.

[Janeway is holding a dog Q gave to her]

Female Q:
What are you doing with that dog? [Q and Janeway turn to the dog] I'm not talking about the puppy.

[20th century clothes]

Captain Janeway:
What will we need to pass as locals in this century?

Tom Paris:
Simple. Nice clothes, fast car, and LOTS of money.

Harry Kim:
When I think about everything we've been through together, maybe it's not the destination that matters, maybe it's the journey, and if that journey takes a little longer, so we can do something we all believe in, I can't think of any place I'd rather be or any people I'd rather be with.

Tom Paris:
To the journey.

Chakotay:
Hear here.

[convinced he's dying]

Tom Paris:
Here lies Thomas Eugene Paris, beloved mutant.

The Doctor:
You're too stubborn to die, Mr. Paris.

Tuvok:
Vulcans do not smile.

Tuvok:
Vulcans do not dance.

Seven of Nine:
Your appeal to my humanity is pointless.

[to Seska about lying]

The Doctor:
I was inspired by the presence of a Master.

[Dr. Zimmerman talking to his EMH]

Dr. Zimmerman:
Reginald was right about you. You have exceeded the sum of your program. You've accomplished far more than I could have ever predicted. But let's face facts, you never overcame the inherent flaws in your personality subroutine. You're arrogant. Irritable. A JERK, as Counsellor Troi would say.

The Doctor:
I believe she was describing you as well.

Dr. Zimmerman:
Don't change the subject.

The Doctor:
Seven of Nine, how's my favorite Borg today?

Seven of Nine:
Annoyed.

The Doctor:
The Borg: party-poopers of the galaxy.

Seven of Nine:
You are individuals. You are small and you think in small terms.

Seven of Nine:
Take me back to my own kind!

Captain Janeway:
You ARE with your own kind - humans.

Seven of Nine:
I don't remember being human. I don't know what it is to be human!

Seven of Nine:
[to Janeway] Your attempts to assimilate this drone will fail. You can alter our physiology but you cannot change our nature. We will betray you. We are Borg.

Leonardo da Vinci hologram:
There are times, Catarina, when I find myself transfixed by a shadow on the wall, or the splashing of water on a stone. I stare at it, the hours pass. The world around me drops away, replaced by worlds being created and destroyed by my imagination.

[Talking about the hologram she has become interested in]

Captain Janeway:
You know the story. Girl meets boy, girl changes boy's subroutines.

The Doctor:
[to Seven about Icheb] Not to worry. I'll make it clear to him that persistence is futile.

B'Elanna Torres:
The Borg wouldn't know fun if they assimilated an amusement park.

[When attacked by a fleet of small ships]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
It's like being pecked to death by ducks.

The Borg:
You have entered grid 9-2 of subjunction 12. Proceed.

The Doctor:
You should know I'm a hologram and can't be bent, spindled, or mutilated, so don't bother trying.

Seven of Nine:
[examining the clothing the Doctor chose for her] I am unfamilliar with how to wear such a garment. [goes to un-do her zipper] Assist me.

The Doctor:
[backing away slowly] I think you'll manage...

Tuvok:
[after repelling a creature from Voyager's hull] It appears we have lost our sex appeal, Captain.

Chakotay:
...If Neelix has another Talent Night I hope you'll reprise it.

Captain Janeway:
Oh no, not until certain other people take their turn, the ship's first officer, for instance.

Chakotay:
Me, get up in front of people and perform? I don't think so.

Captain Janeway:
Come on, Chakotay. There must be some talent you have that people would enjoy. Maybe I could stand with an apple on my head and you could phaser it off.

Chakotay:
Sounds great. If I miss I get to be captain.

[the Doctor sees the bridge for the first time]

The Doctor:
Well... it's bigger than I thought.

[Neelix is throwing assorted cooking implements at an invading Kazon soldier]

Neelix:
I hope that crushed your skull, Kazon pus-hog!

Tom Paris:
But a hologram is just a projection of light held in a magnetic containment field, there's no real matter involved.

[the holographic doctor slaps Tom]

Borg Queen:
They've left behind their trivial selfish lives and been reborn with a greater purpose. We've delivered them from chaos into order.

Seven of Nine:
Comforting words. Use them next time instead of "resistance is futile". You may elicit a few volunteers.

Harry Kim:
Didn't we already pass a tri-nary system like this?

Chakotay:
Not that I remember, why?

Harry Kim:
It just seems familiar.

Tuvok:
Perhaps you are experiencing a paradoxical state dependant associative phenomenon.

Harry Kim:
[puzzled look]

Captain Janeway:
D?j? vu!

The Doctor:
You're a woman, Seven.

Seven of Nine:
Is that an observation or a diagnosis?

The Doctor:
Small talk is a vital dating skill. It helps to establish a rapport with your companion.

Seven of Nine:
Perhaps there's something to be said for assimilation after all.

Seven of Nine:
Two hours, thirty seven minutes, thirteen seconds.

Tuvok:
[puzzled look]

Seven of Nine:
That's how long we've gone without verbal communication.

Tuvok:
Why is that remarkable?

Seven of Nine:
The doctor encourages me to engage in conversation during awkward silences.

Tuvok:
Did you find the silence awkward?

Seven of Nine:
No.

Tuvok:
Nor did I.

Seven of Nine:
I understand the concept of humor. It may not be apparent but I am often amused by human behavior.

The Doctor:
You heard the man. Run along. I'll reattach any severed limbs, just don't misplace them.

Neelix:
Kaplagh!

The Doctor:
Tallyho.

[Outake from the episode "Worst Case Scenario"]

Tom Paris:
It's Paris and Janeway!

Chakotay:
How do you know?

[to Neelix]

Q:
You! Bar rodent!

B'Elanna Torres:
You know what they say: a doctor who treats himself has a p'TaH for a patient.

[Tuvok is setting a trap, using Tom Paris as bait]

Tom Paris:
Hey, Tuvok, I know it's a little late to ask, but you're sure you've got the logic of this thing worked out?

Tuvok:
If I am incorrect, we will know it shortly.

Tom Paris:
Ah, that makes me feel a whole lot better.

The Doctor:
Choose the word that would best describe your pain: burning, throbbing, piercing, pinching, biting, stinging, shooting.

Kes:
You've never been sick or in pain. I just wish once in your life you could know what it's like, how it makes you feel vulnerable, and little, and frail. Then you'd understand.

The Doctor:
I don't have a life. I have a program.

The Doctor:
I programmed myself with the symptoms of a 29-hour Levodian flu. Thus I will gain the experience that you suggest would be beneficial to the performance of my duties. [sneezes, and grabs a tissue] Holographic tissue paper for the holographic runny nose. Don't offer them to patients. [blows his nose] Hmmm. Interesting sensation, blowing one's nose. It's my first time.

Harry Kim:
[very mad about Paris changing his holographic date into a cow] Tom!

Harry Kim:
Don't you have anything better to do?

Tom Paris:
Oh, boy. She really turned on you.

Harry Kim:
Ha-ha, very funny.

Harry Kim:
I could have been trampled.

Tom Paris:
Relax. Harry the holodeck safeties are on.

Harry Kim:
All right, all right you've had her fun. Now change her back.

Chakotay:
[referring to the the sensor scans he just took of that section] I'm detecting two life signs in the aeroponics bay. The sensors must be malfunctioning, they're both reading as Kes.

Captain Janeway:
[tapping her comm badge after the ship shakes] Janeway to Bridge.

Chakotay:
We're under attack, Captain.

Captain Janeway:
I'm on my way.

Leonardo da Vinci hologram:
Earthquakes... and idiots.

Leonardo da Vinci hologram:
Florence be damned.

B'Elanna Torres:
Get some rest, Harry.

Harry Kim:
You may think you're tougher than everybody else, B'Elanna Torres, but I can go without sleep just as long as you can.

B'Elanna Torres:
Don't make me laugh, Starfleet. And don't make me pull rank on you, either.

Captain Janeway:
Mr Kim, can you give me an estimate on repairing the dilithium matrix?

Harry Kim:
How does 72 hours sound?

Captain Janeway:
Like 24 hours too long.

[Paris wants to use a shuttle for a dangerous rescue mission]

Chakotay:
You don't mind if the rest of us give you a little help, do you, Paris? I'd hate to lose another shuttle.

Tom Paris:
Your concern for my welfare is heart-warming.

Neelix:
I will not rest until I see you smile.

Tuvok:
Then you will not rest.

Neelix:
I don't suppose you've ever heard of the Vulcan Rumarie?

Tuvok:
The Rumarie is an ancient pagan festival.

Neelix:
Full of barely-clothed Vulcan men and women, covered in slippery Rillan grease, chasing one another.

Tuvok:
That has not been observed for a millennium.

Neelix:
Well, it's time to bring it back!

B'Elanna Torres:
[over the com] Lieutenant Tuvok, report to engineering.

Tuvok:
Acknowledged. [walks away]

Neelix:
[shouting after Tuvok] I've been thinking of a Rumarie theme for the mess hall next week. Lots of high-fat, greasy foods, and if people want to take off their clothes and chase one another... Well, it certainly wouldn't hurt morale around here.

The Doctor:
All of us have violent instincts. We have evolved from predators. Well, not me, of course. I've been programmed by you predators.

The Doctor:
[to Tuvok] You're on your way back to being normal. Although I'm not sure how the word "normal" applies to a species that suppresses all their emotions.

Neelix:
Why don't we sing a song while we toil, hm? It'll cheer you up. Now, I've been studying Vulcan music. Do you know that lovely tune that starts "Oh starless night of boundless black...

Tuvok:
That "lovely tune" is a traditional funeral dirge.

Neelix:
I know. But it was the, er... the most cheerful song I could find in the Vulcan database.

Icheb:
[looking at his tricorder readings after B'lanna becomes disoriented] I'm detecting another lifesign.

Seven of Nine:
[looking around engineering] Where?

Icheb:
Inside Lieutenant Torres, it might be a parasite.

Seven of Nine:
[tapping her comm badge to contact the doctor] Seven of Nine to the doctor, I will be accompanying Lieutenant Torres to sickbay.

The Doctor:
What's wrong?

Seven of Nine:
I believe she's pregnant.

Tom Paris:
OK, everybody! Place your bets! [holds out black top hat]

Seamus Driscol:
Three bob on Liam! [puts money in top hat]

Tom Paris:
Three bob it is.

The Doctor:
Five shillings on Liam. [puts money in top hat]

Tom Paris:
Awww, you'll hurt Harry's feelings.

The Doctor:
Oh, very well. [takes money from top hat] Two shillings on Mr Kim and I'll pray for a miracle.

Female Q:
Well, there is one possibility, but somehow I don't think this rickety barge and its half-witted crewmembers is up to the challenge.

Tuvok:
May I remind you, madam, that this "rickety barge" and its "half-witted" crew are your only hope at the moment.

Seven of Nine:
"Impossible" is a word that humans use far too often.

Female Q:
Don't try to understand it; it's far beyond your limited ability to comprehend.

B'Elanna Torres:
I have really had it with this superiority complex of yours.

Female Q:
It's not a complex, dear. It's a fact.

B'Elanna Torres:
Get the cheese to Sickbay.

Harry Kim:
Holographic Americans are invading deck 7!

[repeated line]

The Borg:
We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.

The Doctor:
Between impulse and action, there is a world of good taste begging for your acquaintance.

Henry Janeway:
You know, I was born in the wrong millennium.

Shannon O'Donnell:
I'll stick with the modern age.

Henry Janeway:
The classical age. Greatest literature mankind ever produced.

Shannon O'Donnell:
No antibiotics.

Henry Janeway:
Families that take care of one another.

Shannon O'Donnell:
No cars.

Henry Janeway:
Air you can breathe.

Shannon O'Donnell:
No telephones.

Henry Janeway:
What a pleasure.

Shannon O'Donnell:
Shorter lifespans.

Henry Janeway:
Lives that were worth living.

Shannon O'Donnell:
No cold beer!

Henry Janeway:
...There you got me.

[Seven has found the name of one of her ancestors in the database, yet doesn't feel any connection to him]

Neelix:
The point is, there's some of him in you, just as there'll be some of you in your descendants.

Seven of Nine:
If I choose to procreate.

Neelix:
Oh, I wouldn't dismiss it so lightly. Someday you might enjoy a little Seven of Nine Point Five running around.

The Doctor:
I, too, come from a distinguished line.

Tom Paris:
His cousin's an electric shaver.

[all laugh]

The Doctor:
Hardly. My program was compiled from the most advanced holomatrices in the Federation. My cousin was a prize-winning chess program.

[Janeway has learned that important facts about one of her ancestors are incorrect]

Chakotay:
[handing Janeway a data PADD] Ship's status report.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Let me guess: the holographic engineer is having problems with her program. Neelix, the Cardassian cook, is low on supplies. Seven of Twelve is regenerating. And Captain Chakotay is doing just fine. - Just wondering how they'll piece together *our* lives a few hundred years from now.

Henry Janeway:
Glorious Hector, son of Priam, slips past the Greek front lines bringing much-needed supplies to the embattled city of Troy.

Henry Janeway:
Any customers this morning?

Jason Janeway:
No one here but us galliforms.

Tom Paris:
Behold the wonder of the modern world: Borg photographic memory.

[after Seven has given detailed information about the Seventh Wonder of the Ancient World]

Shannon O'Donnell:
I'm stuck in the future. You're stuck in the past. But maybe we could... get unstuck in the present.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Shannon O'Donnell inspired me when I was a girl. She had a... an influence on my imagination - on my goals.

Seven of Nine:
I never realized genealogy could have such an impact.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I wouldn't have become a Starfleet captain if it wasn't for her.

Shannon O'Donnell:
[speaking into her dictaphone] 5am, December 27th, 2000. I'm in the great state of Indiana, I think. Saw the world's largest ball of string this morning; and the world's largest beefsteak tomato this afternoon. Was the size of a Volkswagen. The string, not the tomato.

Shannon O'Donnell:
I'm in a transitional period.

Henry Janeway:
From what to what?

Shannon O'Donnell:
From what I was doing to what I'm going to do.

Shannon O'Donnell:
I love to see places I've never been and try new things. I'm kind of an explorer.

Henry Janeway:
Really? Hm. That station wagon of yours doesn't exactly look like a sailing ship.

Shannon O'Donnell:
It's a rocket ship.

Henry Janeway:
My mistake.

Shannon O'Donnell:
I've learned a few details about the Millennium Gate. It's a self-sustaining city, an experimental biosphere. It's never been done before.

Henry Janeway:
What's wrong with the biosphere we're living in now?

Shannon O'Donnell:
Nothing.

Henry Janeway:
Exactly.

Shannon O'Donnell:
But this project will help scientists learn more about our environment, possibly even recreate it on other worlds.

Henry Janeway:
Other worlds! Don't we have enough problems on the one we're on?

Shannon O'Donnell:
Yeah. Which is why I'd like to get the hell off it one day.

Henry Janeway:
I think you're taking this exploring a little too far.

Henry Janeway:
Zeus himself watched over the travelers. We should follow his example.

Henry Janeway:
[indicating his library] These are my traveling companions. They'll take me anywhere anytime.

Shannon O'Donnell:
It's not such a bad idea to experience the real thing every now and then.

Henry Janeway:
I prefer my books.

Shannon O'Donnell:
Maybe you just never had the right guide.

Henry Janeway:
Is that an offer? I could make a similar argument: not such a bad idea to, uh, settle down every now and then.

Shannon O'Donnell:
Is that an offer?

Henry Janeway:
They have offered us 20% above the market price for our properties. You know what the catch is? We've *all* got to sell.

Shannon O'Donnell:
Everybody must love you.

Henry Janeway:
Hm, yeah. People I knew when I was growing up, family friends, it seems like they've all just turned against me. If this were Roman times, they'd feed me to the lions.

Shannon O'Donnell:
To the good old days.

Henry Janeway:
This time, Rome withstands the Barbarians.

Shannon O'Donnell:
Half the town is out there, you're on the news, maybe you'll even go down in history; you have made your point.

Henry Janeway:
Well, obviously I haven't, because if I had, you wouldn't be asking me to sign my life away.

Shannon O'Donnell:
Maybe, if you'd looked up from your books once in a while, you'd see what's in front of you.

Henry Janeway:
Oh, please, no more speeches about the future.

Shannon O'Donnell:
As long as I don't have to hear you pontificate about the past.

Henry Janeway:
It's a deal. Glad we had this chat. Goodbye.

Henry Janeway:
Why are you here?

Shannon O'Donnell:
It was the cookies.

Henry Janeway:
Cookies?

Shannon O'Donnell:
I was on the interstate. I stopped for gas. And I bought a bag of chocolate chip cookies in a convenience store. It's a little ritual of mine; whenever I get back on the highway, I like to treat myself.

Henry Janeway:
I see. Well, um... what does this have to do with anything?

Shannon O'Donnell:
They didn't taste good, Henry. It wasn't the same. I just kept thinking about you, and how I wish you'd been there.

Henry Janeway:
Actually, I prefer oatmeal cookies. I'm allergic to chocolate.

Shannon O'Donnell:
Oh, you don't know what you're missing.

Shannon O'Donnell:
You know, Mr. Moss offered me a job in Canton, even though I failed to keep up my end of the bargain. I guess he felt sorry for me. But I'm prepared to turn him down - if you want me to stay with you.

Henry Janeway:
[after a pause] I suppose I could... reopen my shop in that monstrosity you wanna build.

Shannon O'Donnell:
[smiles] And I'll have a few connections. I could probably get you a nice remote location, so nobody would bother you.

Henry Janeway:
Not much profit in that. You sure you won't drive away again?

Shannon O'Donnell:
No. But if I do, we'll make the trip together.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
There was no opposition. In fact, the Millennium Gate was greeted with open arms by the local population. Except for one man.

[she turns her desktop monitor to Chakotay]

Chakotay:
[reads] 'Henry Janeway'.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
She married him, and changed her name. But she certainly never changed history.

Chakotay:
Don't be too hard on her. She may not have known she was supposed to live up to your expectations.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Oh, I'll get over it. But the question is - when we get back to Earth, how will I break the news to Aunt Martha?

[in the name of the crew, Neelix has presented Janeway with a family photo of Shannon O'Donnell]

Neelix:
I thought it would look nice in your ready room, o-on the shelf, next to your desk?

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Thank you. But I'm not so sure she has a place there anymore.

Seven of Nine:
You are mistaken, Captain.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Oh?

Seven of Nine:
Her life captured your imagination. Historical details are irrelevant.

Tuvok:
I concur with that analysis.

Chakotay:
If it weren't for Shannon O'Donnell, you never would have joined Starfleet.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Yeah - and I would have never got you all stuck here in the Delta Quadrant.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
To family.

All:
To family!

Tom Paris:
Congratulations, Tuvok. You just saved us from a flotilla of hostile trash.

[after Tuvok has raised shields and charged weapons against a junkyard]

B'Elanna Torres:
I'm not sure how I feel about getting inside Tom's head.

The Doctor:
Maybe you'll be able to explain a few things when you get back.

B'Elanna Torres:
So, I finally get to meet the other woman.

Tom Paris:
Well, don't be too critical; she's a long way from finished.

B'Elanna Torres:
When have you ever known me to be critical?

Tom Paris:
[laughs] Is that a trick question?

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[first lines]

Tom Paris:
All right, all right, hold on - if you were married in 2304 and your daughter was conceived during your eleventh pon farr, that would make you... 162 years old.

Tuvok:
Incorrect.

Harry Kim:
Come on, Tom, the man's not a day over 140. We know you were at least 100 when you joined Starfleet the second time, so I'm guessing you're around... 133?

Tuvok:
Also incorrect. I'm afraid you both lack sufficient data to reach a logical conclusion.

Tom Paris:
Come on, Tuvok, tell us.

Tuvok:
I see no reason to enlighten you.

Harry Kim:
Don't tell me Vulcans are embarrassed about their age.

Tuvok:
On the contrary. We value the wisdom that comes with advancing years.

Tom Paris:
In that case, how *wise* are you?

Tuvok:
Wise enough to end this inquiry.

Seven of Nine:
Cultural artifacts?

Neelix:
According to Abaddon, they're lost treasures of the Delta Quadrant. If you ask me, they're worthless trinkets.

Seven of Nine:
[examining one of the artifacts] Perhaps not. This crystal is beryllium.

Neelix:
Valuable?

Seven of Nine:
Beryllium is the standard currency in spatial grid 5-3-9. There are species that would trade an entire fleet of starships for this "trinket".

Neelix:
If Abaddon knew about this, he'd never have traded it for a few plasma couplings. Maybe I should return it.

Seven of Nine:
Need I remind you: "All trades are final."

Tom Paris:
Look at those lines. It's a work of art. That ship wasn't assembled, it was sculpted. I think I'm in love...

[on seeing 'Alice' for the first time]

Harry Kim:
Alice?

Tom Paris:
Well, I've got to call her something.

Harry Kim:
How about 'The Lost Cause'?

Tom Paris:
[chuckles] Alice Battisti *was* the lost cause.

Tom Paris:
Even B'Elanna thinks restoring this ship is worthwhile.

Chakotay:
Maybe, if we had the manpower to restore it.

Tom Paris:
No, I'll do all the work myself, on my own time. And, if I need a hand, Harry's offered to help.

Harry Kim:
I have?

Neelix:
There's nothing like having your own ship. I remember when I first laid eyes on my little freighter, Baxial.

Tom Paris:
No, don't tell me - love at first sight!

Neelix:
Actually, I thought she was the ugliest thing I ever saw.

[both laugh]

Neelix:
But she grew on me. Eventually, I, I couldn't imagine being without her. You know, she's still down in the shuttle bay. Why don't we get her and Alice together and go on a double date?

Tom Paris:
Yeah. You pack the picnic basket, I'll bring the deuterium.

Harry Kim:
Bad day at the office?

B'Elanna Torres:
Bad night with Tom Paris. - You're his best friend, right?

Harry Kim:
So he tells me.

B'Elanna Torres:
So maybe you can explain why every time he finds a new hobby, I go right out the airlock.

Harry Kim:
I wouldn't take it personally. The Ferengi call it the Five Stages of Acquisition: Infatuation, Justification, Appropriation, Obsession and Resale. Seems like you've only got one stage left before he loses interest in that ship, and he's all yours again.

B'Elanna Torres:
Until the next infatuation.

[Paris tells Alice about his very first flight experience]

Tom Paris:
...But then... came this moment of clarity, when suddenly everything made sense.

Alice:
The clouds parted.

Tom Paris:
I was flying! - No matter how many starships I've piloted since then, I'm still chasing that feeling.

Alice:
Tomorrow you'll catch it. Only this time, there won't be any clumsy controls to get in the way. Just you - me - and the stars.

Alice:
"And Daedalus fashioned wings from wax and feathers, and used them to escape his prison."

Tom Paris:
That's one of my favorite myths.

Alice:
I know.

Tom Paris:
But you left out the part where Icarus flew too close to the sun and his wings melted.

Alice:
Poetic license.

Tom Paris:
My arms, they feel numb.

Alice:
Who needs arms when you have wings?

The Doctor:
[to Tom Paris] You'll need a few days to fully recover. Think you can manage to stay off your feet for that long?

B'Elanna Torres:
If he doesn't, I'll break his legs.

The Doctor:
[to Tom] Well, then. I'll leave you to B'Elanna's tender mercies.

[last lines]

Tom Paris:
From now on, I promise, no more affairs with strange ships.

B'Elanna Torres:
What about the Delta Flyer?

Tom Paris:
We're just friends.

Tom Paris:
I'm sorry - for everything.

B'Elanna Torres:
It wasn't your fault.

Tom Paris:
But I remember all of it - everything I said, everything I did... It was like I was sleepwalking.

B'Elanna Torres:
The important thing is, you woke up.

Tom Paris:
Yeah... Thanks for being my alarm clock.

Alice:
See you in the morning.

Chakotay:
I'm Commander Chakotay, this is Mister Neelix.

Neelix:
Welcome to Voyager!

Abaddon:
"Neelix", is it? You wouldn't be a fellow trader, would you?

Neelix:
What makes you say that?

Abaddon:
Cheerful demeanor, furtive eyes... it's obvious you're a man of commerce!

Lieutenant Tuvok:
[allegorizing a potential alliance with the Kazon] This flower is a rare hybrid. As far as I know, it exists nowhere else in the galaxy. I created it by grafting a cutting from a South American orchid onto a Vulcan favinit plant. I doubted the graft would take; and indeed, the plant was sickly at first. However, after a few weeks, both plants adapted to their new condition, and, in fact, became stronger than either had been alone.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
You can't have it both ways, Commander. If you want to get in the mud with the Kazon, you can't start complaining that you might get dirty.

[Hogan has suggested that Voyager give the Kazon some of their technology to resolve the conflict with them]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I appreciate your concerns, Crewman. But let me make it absolutely clear: I'll destroy this ship before I turn any part of it over to the Kazon!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[on banding together with the Kazon] How can I consider it? I can't just walk away from the precepts Starfleet has laid out for us. You don't deal with outlaws. You don't involve yourself in the political machinations of other cultures. It goes against everything I believe, everything I've trained for, everything experience has taught me.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
Quite right.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Do I hear a 'however' coming?

Lieutenant Tuvok:
You are perceptive, Captain.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
It's always been Starfleet's policy to deal with new species on a basis of openness and trust - until proven otherwise.

Commander Chakotay:
As Captain, you're responsible for making decisions in the best interest of your crew. And I think you have to ask yourself... if you're doing that.

Commander Chakotay:
I don't think we can afford to keep doing business as usual.

[Mabus tells the Voyager crew about the former oppression of the Kazon by the Trabe, and the backlash it created]

Mabus:
Most of the Trabe who persecuted the Kazon are either dead or old men by now. Most of us were children when the uprising occurred. And our children are innocent. But the Kazon's desire for revenge is as strong as ever.

Mabus:
Maje Culluh. I'm gratified to be meeting you like this. I hope we'll be able to come to terms.

First Maje Culluh:
I never thought I'd see the day when any of us would sit at a table with the Trabe.

Mabus:
Times change, Maje.

First Maje Culluh:
Perhaps.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
Even temporary stability can bring an appreciation for peace.

First Maje Culluh:
I won't have a woman dictate terms to me.

[through a perfidious ploy, Mabus has tried to wipe out almost the entire Kazon leadership]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I want you off my ship! Chief, beam our former guest back to his vessel!

Mabus:
Captain, don't do this. You're going to need us.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I don't think so.

Mabus:
The Kazon will be determined to seek revenge. How can this one ship hope to survive?

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Not by making deals with executioners!

[last lines]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I hope there's a lesson for all of us in this. Although some of the species we've encountered here have been peaceful, others seem governed only by their own self-interests. This appears to be a region of space that doesn't have many rules. But I believe we can learn something from the events that have unfolded. In a part of space where there are few rules, it's more important than ever that we hold fast to our own. In a region where shifting allegiances are commonplace, we have to have something stable to rely on; and we do: the principles and ideals of the Federation. As far as I'm concerned, those are the best allies we could have.

[Kim has fallen in love with a holodeck character]

Lieutenant Tuvok:
You are experiencing shon-ha'lock, the engulfment. It is the most intense and psychologically perilous form of eros. I believe Humans call it "love at first sight".

Captain Janeway:
Beauty and mystery - a tantalizing combination.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
I am fully capable of appreciating this phenomenon, without the extraneous sentimentality Humans find so necessary.

Commander Chakotay:
Being moved by an emotion isn't always extraneous. Sometimes it's the whole point.

Ensign Harry Kim:
Hi. My name's Harry read-me-like-a-book Kim.

Ensign Harry Kim:
That's kal-toh, isn't it? Vulcan chess?

Lieutenant Tuvok:
Kal-toh is to chess as chess is to tic-tac-toe.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
Kal-toh is not about striving for balance. It is about finding the seeds of order, even in the midst of profound chaos.

The Doctor:
The life of a recreational hologram: dining, dancing, non-restrictive clothing...

[he is kissed by a Polynesian girl]

The Doctor:
I see the allure.

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
Lieutenant, you look absolutely...

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
Tropical?

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
More along the lines of smashing.

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
[trying to access the holodeck] She's locked us out of the program. We'll be lucky if we can open the doors.

[the doors open]

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
We're lucky.

Marayna:
Are you two friends?

Lieutenant Tuvok:
No.

Ensign Harry Kim:
Yes.

Marayna:
There's a luau tonight. You're coming, aren't you? Both of you?

Lieutenant Tuvok:
No.

Ensign Harry Kim:
Yes.

Marayna:
You've got to stop doing that.

[at the luau]

Marayna:
You're the only one here not wearing a garland.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
Given the decor, it seems somehow excessive.

Marayna:
I don't believe you.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
I beg your pardon?

Marayna:
I think you're trying to isolate yourself, and make a public protest at the same time.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
Explain.

Marayna:
You didn't want to be here in the first place. Being the only one without a lei sets you apart from the others, allowing you to symbolically maintain your solitude. And since everybody can see that you're the only one without a lei, you're letting them know that you'd rather be somewhere else.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
Your logic is impeccable.

Marayna:
Imagine this: that you - with your logic and your reason - are skimming atop endless waves of emotion. You believe you're in control; but you know that control is an illusion. You believe that you understand the depths beneath you; but that, too, is an illusion.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
I can see why Ensign Kim finds you... compelling.

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
You really know how to pick 'em, Tuvok.

[Kim is trying to get his mind off Marayna with Tuvok's help]

Ensign Harry Kim:
Logically, the best course is retreat. Meditation helps.

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
Retreat! A classic case of Vulcan denial, if you ask me.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
To the trained Vulcan intellect, intense romantic love is nothing more than a set of stereotypical behaviors. Not having our discipline, typically Humans are swept along by the process until it ends.

Ensign Harry Kim:
How does it end?

Lieutenant Tuvok:
Either in conversion to a more balanced, stable relationship, or in tragic circumstances.

Marayna:
But what about you, Tuvok? Will you always be alone?

[last lines]

[Tuvok and Kim are playing kal-toh on the holodeck]

Holodeck Woman:
May I join you?

Lieutenant Tuvok:
No.

Ensign Harry Kim:
No.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
But... thank you.

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
[indicating his shirt] This is an exact re-creation of a 1962 Big Daddy-O surf special! An American classic!

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
I'd say you put just a little bit too much thought into that.

Captain Janeway:
Commander Tuvok finished his analysis of your shuttle and presented me with 37 different ways of repelling a Kobali attack.

Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
[referring to Janeway's burned roast] Did he include your pot roast?

[Jhet'leya aka Ensign Ballard is trying to contact Voyager]

Mezoti:
[taking the call] Hello?

Jhet'leya/Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
Voyager? Are you receiving this transmission?

Mezoti:
My designation is Mezoti.

Jhet'leya/Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
You sound a little young to be working the com.

Mezoti:
[smugly] I'm eight.

Jhet'leya/Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
I need you to patch me through to Captain Janeway.

Mezoti:
I'll try; but my height may be insufficient.

The Doctor:
Hair is one of my specialties, despite evidence to the contrary.

Seven of Nine:
[ordering the children to play on schedule] Fun will now commence.

Mezoti:
My species is 689 - Norcadian. What species are you?

Jhet'leya/Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
That's a complicated question.

Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
Never harbor anger toward those who brought you death, for they gave you the chance to live again.

Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
Own the day.

Harry Kim:
Vien'ke debala, Jhet'leya. - I taught myself to say a few words in Kobali.

Jhet'leya/Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
That's very sweet of you. But you just told me, 'The comets are tiresome'.

Tom Paris:
Now, let's see. For those of us keeping score, Harry Kim has fallen for a hologram, a Borg, the wrong twin, and now the dearly departed.

Harry Kim:
We're friends, just like before. Er, all right, maybe there was a time when I thought of pursuing Lyndsay, but I closed the door on that, when we both got assigned to Voyager.

Tom Paris:
Mm. Don't look now; but that door is creaking open.

Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
Same old Harry.

Harry Kim:
What's that supposed to mean?

Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
You're still sort of... obsessive.

Harry Kim:
I'm tidy!

Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
Is that why you used to request baryon sweeps of your dorm room?

Harry Kim:
When you live across the hall from a slob.

Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
It just so happens that hearing you play music again is number 26 on my list.

Harry Kim:
List?

Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
Something I made up to pass the time while I was away. I tried to think of everything I would do if I got back to Voyager, including some things I wasn't able to accomplish the first time I was here.

Harry Kim:
Like showing up for duty shifts on time?

Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
That's number 27.

Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
I need to take care of number 16: dazzle Lieutenant Torres.

Harry Kim:
So I was giving some thought to number 32: make Tuvok laugh. He has this holo-program, the Temple of T'Panit. I thought we might tweak it, so that instead of Vulcan prayers, the monks recite Ferengi limericks.

Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
Show some respect for the dead.

[Q'ret, Lyndsay's adoptive father, has come aboard to take Lyndsay back to her Kobali family]

Q'ret:
Your sister misses you.

Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
[smiles] Tynsiya.

Q'ret:
She keeps asking when you're coming home. What should I tell her?

[Lyndsay looks at her crew members, considering]

Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
[emotional] Tell her that her sister's dead!

Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
Since the day I got back here, I haven't felt right. First I thought it was Voyager. Things had changed so much, I thought if I just gave myself more time, I'd get used to it. But it's me. I've changed. And the more I try to deny it, the more I feel like a ghost.

Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
The girl you were in love with died three years ago.

[Lyndsay has decided to leave Voyager for good]

Harry Kim:
I don't wanna lose you.

Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
You already did. But at least this time, we've been given the chance to say goodbye.

Harry Kim:
I'm sorry you didn't get to finish everything on your list.

Jhet'leya/Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
I think I took care of what really mattered.

Chakotay:
Kids and disorder usually go hand in hand.

Seven of Nine:
[to the kids] Resume your disorder.

[last lines]

Harry Kim:
Have you ever heard of the Temple of T'Panit?

[Mezoti shakes her head]

Harry Kim:
It's a Vulcan program.

Mezoti:
Sounds boring.

Harry Kim:
Don't worry; we'll make a few tweaks.

Ensign Lyndsay Ballard:
I've lived with this face for long enough. Let's do it.

[first lines]

The Doctor:
In the beginning, there is darkness, the emptiness of a matrix waiting for the light. Then, a single photon flares into existence, then another. Soon, thousands more. Optronic pathways connect, subroutines emerge from the chaos, and a holographic consciousness is born. I awaken into this world fully programed, yet completely innocent, unaware of the hardships I'll endure, or the great potential I will one day fulfill. - Computer, save revisions and open Chapter One.

Tom Paris:
[about the Doctor's holo-program] What's it called?

The Doctor:
"Photons Be Free".

Tom Paris:
Catchy.

The Doctor:
My publisher assures me he won't distribute the program until he receives the revised version.

B'Elanna Torres:
That must be the one where we assimilate the Borg and take over the quadrant.

The Doctor:
I could use your help with the rewrites.

Tom Paris:
Really? You realize, as a writer, I'm a little unsophisticated.

The Doctor:
No; I believe the phrase you're looking for is 'lowbrow'.

The Doctor:
[from his introduction] You're about to take part in a thrilling first-person narrative. You will take on the role of an Emergency Medical Hologram, the Chief Medical Officer aboard the Starship Vortex.

Tom Paris:
"Vortex"?

The Doctor:
As our story begins, an anomaly has hurled your ship thousands of light years across the galaxy. Your mission: to uphold your medical and ethical standards, as you struggle against the crew's bigotry and intolerance. Persons with vascular disorders should consult a physician before running this program.

Tom Paris:
You set your story on a starship lost in the Delta Quadrant!

The Doctor:
What would you have me write about? Palace Intrigue on the Klingon Homeworld?

[from the Doctor's holo-story]

Lt. Torrey:
I'm impressed.

Male N.D.:
Really?

Lt. Torrey:
Absolutely. I haven't seen a dilithium matrix this far out of alignment since I served aboard a Ferengi garbage scow.

[from the Doctor's holo-story]

[Torres, in the role of the holo-Doc, surprises Marseilles in sickbay with a woman]

B'Elanna Torres:
[to Marseilles] Oh, I get it. Interesting plot twist. You get me out of sickbay so you're free to give my patient a tonsillectomy.

Tom Paris:
[of his counterpart Marseilles] Nice mustache.

[from the Doctor's holo-story]

Ensign Kymble:
There must be millions of viruses in this quadrant that no one's ever encountered before. With my luck, I'll probably end up catching half of them!

Harry Kim:
Great! My character's a hypochondriac.

Holographic Tom Paris:
[from Paris's introduction] You are about to embark on a remarkable journey. You will take on the role of a medical assistant aboard the Starship Voyeur.

The Doctor:
"Voyeur"?

Holographic Tom Paris:
Your job will be to assist the Chief Medical Officer and learn to tolerate his overbearing behavior and obnoxious bedside manner. Remember: patience is a virtue.

Tom Paris:
[voice] Chapter One: It's The Doctor's World. You're Just Living In It.

[from Paris's holo-story]

EMH Mark I:
[with mock sympathy] Awww! What seems to be the trouble, One of Three?

Two of Three:
I'm Two of Three.

EMH Mark I:
Sorry.

EMH Mark I:
[to the Doctor] They're triplets - you know?

The Doctor:
This is outrageous!

EMH Mark I:
[lifting a golf iron] What's outrageous is that I'm going to miss my tee time!

Tom Paris:
Your program's about as subtle as a... Ferengi mating dance.

The Doctor:
My program is a serious attempt at social commentary. Yours is an insulting farce! You...

[he looks around and continues with lower voice]

The Doctor:
...had me drugging a patient, and taking advantage of her!

Tom Paris:
Don't be ridiculous, that character is not you! For one thing, he has much more hair.

Tom Paris:
Listen, I don't care if the whole Alpha Quadrant mistakes me for Lieutenant Marseilles. What bothers me is that you think that's what I'm like.

The Doctor:
Obviously, you're nothing like Marseilles. He's self-indulgent, immature.

Tom Paris:
And how would you describe me?

The Doctor:
Well, you're a married man, with a child on the way. A lot of responsibilities.

Tom Paris:
I'm surprised you noticed. You know, I thought I'd begun to earn your respect. Maybe I was wrong.

Seven of Nine:
[to the Doctor] I believe your ego has received enough stroking for one day.

The Doctor:
I'm sorry my work offends you. But if the price of expressing myself is having to suffer the scorn of a few colleagues, so be it.

Neelix:
There's an old Talaxian expression: "When the road before you splits in two, take the third path."

Seven of Nine:
[to Kim] When you sing 'Happy Birthday' to your mother, try to stay in tune.

[Kim has lost his com-link with his parents]

Harry Kim:
Argh, I don't believe this! I had a minute and a half left!

Seven of Nine:
You'll have another opportunity to speak with them in approximately two months.

Harry Kim:
You just don't get it, do you?

Seven of Nine:
No.

Harry Kim:
Maybe if you had family you were close to, you'd feel a little differently.

[Publisher Broht has refused to recall the copies of the Doctor's holo-program, which he has distributed prematurely]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I don't see that you have a choice, Mr. Broht. Authors have rights.

Arden Broht:
Not in this case.

The Doctor:
What do you mean?

Arden Broht:
The Doctor is a hologram.

The Doctor:
So?

Arden Broht:
According to Federation law, holograms *have* no rights.

The Doctor:
It's just frustrating to be told I have no more legal standing than a replicator.

The Doctor:
It's the crew's reputations that are at risk.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I'm not so sure. I think it's your reputation that's on the line here. You have the same rights as every other member of this crew. And I'm not going to let this publisher say otherwise.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Centuries ago, in most places on Earth, only landowners of a particular gender and race had any rights at all. Over time, those rights were extended to all Humans, and later, as we explored the galaxy, to thousands of other sentient species. Our definition of what constitutes a person has continued to evolve. Now we're asking that you expand that definition once more - to include our Doctor. When I met him seven years ago, I would never have believed that an EMH could become a valued member of my crew - and my friend. The Doctor is a person, as real as any flesh and blood I have ever known. If you believe the testimony you've heard here, it's only fair to conclude that he has the same rights as any of us.

The Doctor:
Do you think I'll be able to find another publisher?

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
If there's one thing I've learned about you, Doctor, it's that you can do just about anything you set your mind to.

[last lines]

First EMH Mark I:
Time for your diagnostic. Report to the holo-lab.

Second EMH Mark I:
I know the routine.

First EMH Mark I:
And... while you're there, do yourself a favor. Ask the operator to run program 47 beta.

Second EMH Mark I:
Why? What is it?

First EMH Mark I:
It's called "Photons Be Free". It's quite provocative.

The Doctor:
What you've experienced, dear protagonist, is a work of fiction. But like all fiction, it has elements of truth. I hope you now have a better understanding of the struggles holograms must endure, in a world controlled... by organics.

Voyager Computer:
End of program.

B'Elanna Torres:
[on her Klingon heritage] I inherited the forehead and the bad attitude - that's it.

B'Elanna Torres:
[of her mother] Did I ever tell you that she put me in a Klingon monastery?

Tom Paris:
[snorts] You're kidding.

B'Elanna Torres:
It was after their marriage ended. She pulled me out of the Federation school, in order to teach me... honor and discipline.

Tom Paris:
Hm - out of the plasma cooker into the fire.

B'Elanna Torres:
She prayed to Kahless every day to guide me in the ways of the warrior. I guess he wasn't listening.

B'Elanna Torres:
Tell me what you want me to be! A good Starfleet officer? A good Maquis? Lover? Daughter? Just tell me what you want from me!

Miral, B'Elanna Torres' Mother:
We don't want anything from you, B'Elanna.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
We only want you.

Chakotay:
Looks like the Klingons beat Starfleet to the Delta Quadrant by a few hundred years. You may be holding the most important archeological find in Klingon history.

B'Elanna Torres:
Remind me to plant a flag on behalf of the Empire.

The Doctor:
Think 'Qapla'!' Think 'Long live the Empire!'

Seven of Nine:
Think again.

[Neelix offers Paris a dish of gagh]

Neelix:
Sop joq jiH yuv gagh drek!

B'Elanna Torres:
He said eat this, or he'll force it down the gullet of your corpse.

Neelix:
No offense.

Tom Paris:
Ah, none taken. So, this is replicated, right?

Neelix:
Unfortunately.

Tom Paris:
And how do you get it to... move?

Neelix:
I used a kinesthetic agent to give it a little oomph.

B'Elanna Torres:
[to Paris] If you even think of joining in on this 'embrace your heritage' nonsense, I swear, I'll rip out your tongue and wear it as a belt.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I told you to return to Voyager, not chase the probe into the center of an ion storm.

B'Elanna Torres:
We only have one multi-spatial probe; I didn't want to lose it.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
We only have one B'Elanna Torres; I don't want to lose her either.

B'Elanna Torres:
Where am I?

Hij'Qa:
Silence! The dead ask no questions.

Brok'Tan:
This is the Barge of the Dead. Our dishonored souls are being taken to Gre'thor.

B'Elanna Torres:
Klingon hell is a myth!

Brok'Tan:
That's what I thought - just a foolish superstition. Imagine my surprise.

B'Elanna Torres:
But I was on Voyager with my crew.

Brok'Tan:
That was the naj, the dream before dying. When we can't accept that we've died, we create the illusion of life to hold on to.

B'Elanna Torres:
He slaughtered my friends!

Brok'Tan:
No - he slaughtered the dream.

B'Elanna Torres:
I may have believed in you as a child. But not anymore.

Kortar:
If you didn't still believe, you wouldn't be here.

The Doctor:
You've met Mr. Neelix, our ambassador to the recently deceased? Questions, comments, suggestions - he's your man.

Neelix:
Fifteen decks; computers augmented with bio-neural circuitry; top cruising speed warp 9.975 - not that you'll be going anywhere.

B'Elanna Torres:
I don't consider Voyager hell!

Neelix:
Are you sure? Have you ever been truly happy here? If you thought fifty years aboard this ship would be difficult, try eternity.

Tom Paris:
You've got a mild concussion.

B'Elanna Torres:
That's the best thing that's happened to me all day.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
There's a limit to how far I'll let religious practices go aboard this ship. If your belief system required you to sacrifice a child to your gods, I wouldn't allow that either.

B'Elanna Torres:
That's an absurd example.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
You want to simulate a near-death experience, so you can revisit the Barge of Death; and you're telling me what's absurd?

B'Elanna Torres:
I know that we haven't always seen eye to eye. But despite our differences, you helped me become a good officer, and I'd like to think that you're proud of me for it.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I am.

B'Elanna Torres:
My mother never had the chance to be proud of me. I'd like her to know me the way you do.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Qapla', B'Elanna.

Tuvok:
Defend yourself!

Miral, B'Elanna Torres' Mother:
I would rather face damnation with what little honor you have left me than cheat my way into Sto-vo-kor!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
This is a great day for B'Elanna Torres, a day when we pay tribute to her dishonor!

Kortar:
Foolish girl. You cannot harm me. I'm already dead.

Kortar:
Daughter of Miral, embrace your fate.

Tuvok:
You are dismissed, Lieutenant. And take your dishonor with you.

B'Elanna Torres:
Do you believe in an afterlife?

Chakotay:
I accept there are things in the universe that can't be scanned with a tricorder.

Chakotay:
What do you think of the afterlife so far?

B'Elanna Torres:
It's not exactly what I had in mind.

B'Elanna Torres:
What're you still doing here? I released you to Sto-vo-kor.

Miral, B'Elanna Torres' Mother:
You can't free me until you free yourself.

B'Elanna Torres:
What do you want?

Miral, B'Elanna Torres' Mother:
Who are you asking?

B'Elanna Torres:
You! Kahless! The tooth fairy! Anybody who will tell me what I am supposed to do!

Miral, B'Elanna Torres' Mother:
You are the only one who can answer that question. Choose to live, B'Elanna.

[last lines]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Welcome back.

Miral, B'Elanna Torres' Mother:
You've taken the first step of your journey.

B'Elanna Torres:
And what about you?

Miral, B'Elanna Torres' Mother:
We will see each other again.

B'Elanna Torres:
In Sto-vo-kor?

Miral, B'Elanna Torres' Mother:
Yes, in Sto-vo-kor. Or, maybe... when you get home.

B'Elanna Torres:
Oh, God, I'm alive!

B'Elanna Torres:
Harry, it bled. It screamed. There's got to be some explanation!

Harry Kim:
Hey, I've got one for you: you hit your head harder than you thought!

[Crewman Suder has created a new orchid species and intends to name it after Tuvok]

Lieutenant Tuvok:
That is an honor you should reserve for yourself, Mr. Suder. You gave this species life.

Crewman Lon Suder:
And you gave me life. All of this is because of you. Because of the meld.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
The meld may have introduced you to my interest in floriculture. But you have embraced it entirely on your own - and discovered a unique talent within yourself in the process.

Crewman Lon Suder:
I used to think, the only talent I had was a talent for killing. Please. It's my way of saying thank you.

[in a vision, Chakotay is talking to his father about his and Seska's son]

Commander Chakotay:
He was born without my consent. I had no part in it.

Kolopak:
No part in it? Well, it's been a long time, so forgive me, but it seems that I *had* to play a part before your mother could conceive.

Kolopak:
Centuries ago, when the women of our tribe were raped by white conquerors, many gave birth to their children. And we did not reject them. They were accepted by the tribe. One was a direct ancestor of ours, Chakotay. His name... was Ce Acatl. He became a great leader of our people. Here is a man who was given life without his mother's consent. Are you so different from her? And is your child so different from Ce Acatl?

Commander Chakotay:
[after a pause] No.

Kolopak:
Mm... He is your son, Chakotay. And he is a child of our people.

Commander Chakotay:
You still have pride in the Nistrim, don't you, Teirna? Even after what they did to you. I remember that pride in your eyes when you pounded me with your fists, while I was tied to a chair. And I can see it in your eyes now. And that scares the hell out of me.

Teirna:
You must scare easily, Federation.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
It feels like we're being pecked to death by ducks.

[on the continual attacks by small Kazon ships]

First Maje Culluh:
Why is it so dark in here? Somebody turn on the lights!

[on Voyager's red alert illumination]

[Chakotay has slammed Teirna against the sickbay door]

The Doctor:
Commander Chakotay! Not in my sickbay. Please!

The Doctor:
Help! Man overboard!

[after accidentally being projected into space]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Time to intercept?

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
Three minutes, ten seconds - give or take a photon torpedo.

Seska:
What do you think of your son, Chakotay? He has your eyes, don't you think? Thank goodness he doesn't look too Human. You all have such weak foreheads.

Commander Chakotay:
May he grow up never knowing the contempt his father has for his mother.

First Maje Culluh:
[to Janeway, about Seska] What is it about the women from your quadrant? You know she contradicts me in front of the senior askara? My own woman, disputing her Maje in front of others. This is your fault. You've let your women get out of control.

[Maje Culluh has marooned the Voyager crew on a primitive planet]

First Maje Culluh:
A fitting end for a people who would not share their technology. Let's see if you manage to survive... without it.

The Doctor:
Projecting the illusion of a large, three-dimensional object has been a trick of magicians for centuries.

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
We'll just do it with mirrors!

The Doctor:
Mister Paris' predictable attempts at humor notwithstanding, that is precisely what I would suggest.

[addressing the Captain about his unsuccessful attempt to start a fire]

Commander Chakotay:
Trapped on a barren planet, and you're stuck with the only Indian in the universe who can't start a fire by rubbing two sticks together.

The Doctor:
What am I supposed to do? Lead a revolt with the gang from Sandrine's? Conjure up holograms of Nathan Hale and Che Guevara? I'm a doctor, not a counterinsurgent.

The Doctor:
[to Crewman Suder] One hologram and one sociopath may not be much of a match for the Kazon, but... we'll have to do.

[Hogan has been killed by a Hanonian land eel]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Hogan was a fine officer and a good man. And our job is to make sure his death is the last one for a long time. I will not let this planet destroy my crew!

Commander Chakotay:
[referring to the Hanonian natives] Have you been able to tell if they have a leader?

Kes:
I'd say it's the one with the claw.

Neelix:
I agree. The other two seem to be trying to figure out what to make of us - in a manner of speaking, not in a culinary sense, I hope.

The Doctor:
Sticks and stones won't break my bones. So you can imagine how I feel about being called names.

Seska:
Why create a thoron leak if you're not hiding someone?

The Doctor:
I would think it's obvious. To make you believe I was hiding someone. I've had your people crawling through the bowels of this ship for hours, looking for an intruder.

Seska:
You're more talented in the art of deception than you led me to believe.

The Doctor:
I was inspired by the presence of a master.

[Paxim is reluctant to attack Voyager with his Talaxian ships]

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
Commander Paxim, my people are counting on you. Look, no one knows Voyager like I do. I know every vulnerability, every blind spot. Don't worry, I have a plan.

Paxim:
[sighs] Very well. We'll rendezvous in an hour. Paxim out.

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
[to himself] One hour. I should be able to come up with some kind of plan in one hour.

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
I don't have time for this!

Crewman Lon Suder:
I'm gonna have to kill some of them.

The Doctor:
It is possible. Violence might be required to retake the ship.

Crewman Lon Suder:
I've worked so... so hard over the last few months, to control the violent feelings. I'm almost at peace with myself. I mean, I see the day coming when I could be.

The Doctor:
Mr. Suder. If Lieutenant Tuvok were here, I know he would tell you there are times when violence is required, to defend yourself, to defend your ship... to defend your crew.

Crewman Lon Suder:
Yes, there is a logical use for violence - for everyone else. For me, once it begins...

[Crewman Suder has been killed when sabotaging the ship's phasers]

Lieutenant Tuvok:
I offer you a Vulcan prayer, Mr. Suder. May your death bring you the peace you never found in life.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Who are the fastest runners here?

B'Elanna Torres:
I was on the decathlon team before I quit the Academy. The track and field coach was furious with me.

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
[Tom is trying to repair his shuttle while at the same time he's under heavy attack from a Kazon Raider] Dammit! I don't have time for this! [the Raider fires again] I don't have time for this! Computer. All stop. [the shuttle stops and the Raider is now in front of it. Tom fires phasers at it until it's destroyed] I told you I don't have time for this. [Tom flies the shuttle out of there]

[first lines]

The Doctor:
Activate the bio-temporal chamber.

[Neelix is cutting a Jimbalian fudge]

Neelix:
You know, I haven't made one of these since... well, since I became Security Officer.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
Perhaps you would care to relinquish your commission and return to the scene of your former 'triumphs'.

Neelix:
So, I'm going to become a security officer. How about that?

Lieutenant Tuvok:
Fortunately, Mr. Neelix, what Kes has been describing is merely one possible future. On each occasion that she jumped to a previous time, her subsequent actions most likely altered the future from that moment on.

Neelix:
Good point, Tuvok. Maybe I'll turn out to be Chief Security Officer.

Commander Chakotay:
When this is over, we're all gonna have a lot of grieving to do.

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
[about Kes's experiences of the future ] I bet you found out some pretty interesting things?

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
Yeah, Kes, tell us what you know.

Commander Chakotay:
Careful, Tom. You may find out that you'll leave Voyager only to join a monastery.

[last lines]

Kes:
If there's one thing that this experience has taught me, Captain, it's that there's no time like the present.

Ensign Harry Kim:
So, how does it feel to be a grandfather?

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
A lot better than it does to have you for a son-in-law.

Kes:
Your past has become my future.

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
Let me get one thing straight, Doc - is it possible, if this keeps happening to Kes, that she might actually jump back into a time before she knew any of us?

The Doctor:
Worse than that, Mr. Paris. It's possible she may eventually jump back to a time... before she even existed.

Kes:
Doctor, you've lost your hair.

The Doctor:
I beg your pardon?

Martis:
[of new-born Kes] I think one day, she'll see the sun.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I think we should all leave the future to the future.

Kes:
It's not as if I've seen everything that's going to happen over the next six years. I only remember short periods I experienced between jumps.

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
Even so, I bet you found out some pretty interesting things.

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
Yeah, Kes. Tell us what you know.

Commander Chakotay:
Careful, Tom. You may find out that you leave Voyager only to join a monastery.

Neelix:
You keep working on that sense of humour, Commander Vulcan. You'll get it one of these days.

Naomi Wildman:
"The Weird Planet Where Time Moved Very Fast And So Did the People Who Lived There."

[Naomi's title suggestion for her astronomy report]

[first lines]

Tom Paris:
That's one planet that never showed up on the multiple choice exam.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Unless we want to live our lives in the blink of an eye, I suggest we find a way out of here.

Chakotay:
If there's an intelligent species down there, we'll be able to track their development, not just for days or weeks, but for centuries.

B'Elanna Torres:
And watch them discover new and better ways of beating each other over the head.

Chakotay:
They won't necessarily follow the Klingon model.

B'Elanna Torres:
As opposed to the Human model?

[Chakotay has asked Torres to send a probe out in order to study the planet's development]

B'Elanna Torres:
It'll take a few hours to make the adjustments.

Chakotay:
A few hours? We might miss the rise and fall of a civilization.

B'Elanna Torres:
So we'll watch the next one.

[the Doctor is being prepared to go to the planet's surface]

B'Elanna Torres:
I'm giving you access to your facial and epidermal parameters. You should be able to mimic the appearance of whoever is down there in a matter of seconds.

The Doctor:
What if they're big purple blobs of protoplasm?

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Then you'll be the best-looking blob on the planet.

The Doctor:
See you soon.

Chakotay:
Seven's picked up a few of their local transmissions. I can tell you the names of all 26 states on the planet.

Harry Kim:
And all the best places to eat?

Chakotay:
Just about.

[the astronomer is trying to communicate with Voyager]

Astronomer:
What should I say?

Technician:
Oh... "Glad to meet you. Where are you from? Please stop shaking our planet."

[the Doctor and Gotana-Retz are chatting about a favorite sport on the planet]

Gotana-Retz:
Mountain or Lakeside?

The Doctor:
Mountain, of course. Don't tell me you're a Lakeside supporter.

Gotana-Retz:
You really were on the surface.

The Doctor:
How are they doing this season?

Gotana-Retz:
Not good. Five wins, twelve losses.

The Doctor:
I don't believe it! Who's guarding for them?

Gotana-Retz:
Torelius.

The Doctor:
Any relation to *the* Torelius?

Gotana-Retz:
His grandson.

The Doctor:
I saw the original, defend for Mountain, in the play-offs against Red River.

Gotana-Retz:
That was before I was born.

The Doctor:
He would have gone into voluntary exile after a 5-12 season!

Seven of Nine:
Your world is experimenting with warp technology. Sensors detected an early test... Another test, six weeks later... And a third, more controlled each time. They're learning quickly.

[Voyager is hit by a projectile]

Seven of Nine:
Too quickly...

Gotana-Retz:
Captain, I apologize for this attack. They have no right.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Unfortunately they've got every right.

[Voyager is being pummeled with more and more sophisticated projectiles]

Tuvok:
Shields at 23 percent... 17 percent... Shields are down.

Tom Paris:
What was that last one?

Harry Kim:
A tricobalt device.

Tom Paris:
What'll they think of next?

Tom Paris:
Captain, isn't it time we returned fire?

Chakotay:
We've done enough damage to these people over the last thousand years.

Technician:
What if they're all dead?

Astronomer:
If you truly believe that, why did you join this project?

Technician:
Well, I doubt everything, remember? Even my own doubts.

Cleric:
Protector, what exactly are you doing?

Protector:
I'm sending him a letter.

Cleric:
"Him"? S-s-sending who a letter?

Protector:
The Ground Shaker. The Light Bringer.

Cleric:
Had you been more attentive to my lessons when you were a boy, you would not be so gullible as a man.

Protector:
On the contrary, you taught me well. Our ignorant ancestors believed every star was a deity. You taught me how foolish that was. "Superstition" you called it.

Cleric:
And that's exactly what it is.

[the Protector turns to a bush and plucks a fire fruit from it]

Protector:
Hungry?

Cleric:
[nervously] Uh, it's, er, bad fortune to eat the fire fruit.

Protector:
According to whom? Our ancestors? Don't tell me you believe that old superstition.

[he throws the fruit away]

Protector:
Perhaps we shouldn't completely ignore the old beliefs, no matter how strange they may seem today.

Protector:
Now, I don't believe for a moment that the stars are gods, but then... what are they?

Cleric:
A great mystery, to which there is no answer.

Gotana-Retz:
Without the Sky Ship up above them, my people might lose interest in progress. There wouldn't be anything left to reach for.

Seven of Nine:
Perhaps they'll miss Voyager so much, they'll do everything they can to follow us.

[last lines]

Gotana-Retz:
I feel like I'm saying goodbye to an old friend.

The Doctor:
[realizing he's been beamed back aboard the ship] Captain! Lieutenant!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[the Doctor gives Janeway a HUGE hug] OOF!

The Doctor:
I thought I'd never see you again!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Are you all right?

The Doctor:
I've had a few close calls over the years, but all in all...

B'Elanna Torres:
Years?

The Doctor:
It's been over three. But at least I knew you hadn't left me behind. All I had to do was look up, and there you were, the brightest star in the sky!

[a wormhole leading to Earth has suddenly appeared]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
A direct route to Earth's doorstep, out of the blue. What's wrong with this picture?

Tom Paris:
Speaking of late, I'll make a deal with you: I'll explain to Sam why her daughter's two hours late for bedtime, if you start on the survey report.

Seven of Nine:
Acceptable.

Tom Paris:
Have fun.

Seven of Nine:
[looking at the viewscreen] A wormhole.

Ensign Harry Kim:
*The* wormhole. It leads all the way back to Earth.

Seven of Nine:
The odds of finding such a phenomenon are infinitesimal.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Never bet against the house.

The Doctor:
Please state the nature of the medical emergency.

Qatai:
Your ship is being devoured. I'd say that's an emergency.

The Doctor:
And who might you be? The local monster expert?

Qatai:
As a matter of fact, I am.

Seven of Nine:
The Doctor often instructs me to "look before I leap". It is an antiquated adage, but I believe it is relevant.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I have another one for you: "He who hesitates is lost."

Qatai:
The intelligent always survive.

The Doctor:
[referring to the creature] I wouldn't go that far. It appears to operate on highly evolved instinct. I haven't detected any signs of sentience.

Qatai:
Oh, he's intelligent, all right - smart enough to fool your crew into taking *you* offline.

The Doctor:
No need to get personal.

Naomi Wildman:
I can help. My mom says, two heads are better than one. Isn't that the Borg philosophy too?

Seven of Nine:
Simplistic, but accurate.

The Doctor:
Any living organism, no matter how large, will attempt to expel a foreign body. If we could just make Voyager a little less tasty...

Seven of Nine:
[to Qatai] My scans indicate that your weapons are tetryon-based. If you were to fire one at a pocket of antimatter released from our warp core, it would produce an electrolytic reaction.

Naomi Wildman:
Would that make Voyager taste bad?

Qatai:
You seem to know a little about everything - medicine, exobiology, shield harmonics...

The Doctor:
I'm something of a renaissance EMH.

[the creature appears to have spat Voyager out after only one burst of antimatter]

The Doctor:
For a big fellow, he certainly has a low tolerance for tummy ache.

Neelix:
Annika! Annika Hansen!

Seven of Nine:
There is no one here by that name.

Qatai:
I could use a crewmate like you. The beast would have a difficult time manipulating a hologram's desires.

The Doctor:
An Ishmael to your Ahab? No, thank you.

The Doctor:
I'm a doctor, not a dragon-slayer.

The Doctor:
This is a sickbay, not an arsenal.

Seven of Nine:
I assure you, we are not a deception.

Qatai:
Oh, how convenient! An enormous starship comes to my rescue.

Qatai:
[to the creature] Ya might try a more subtle approach!

Seven of Nine:
My scans indicate that your shields will fail in approximately fifteen minutes. Join us; or you can remain on your vessel, secure in the knowledge that you were not deceived. But that knowledge will do you little good when you are dead.

Chakotay:
[attempting to persuade Seven to go into stasis] I realize the prospect of returning to Earth is frightening to you. It's perfectly natural for you to resist the unknown. But you're in good hands. Resistance is futile.

[last lines]

[Seven and Naomi are looking at a picture of Earth]

Seven of Nine:
Does studying this image increase your desire to go there?

Naomi Wildman:
Not really.

Seven of Nine:
I concur. It is unremarkable.

Naomi Wildman:
But my mom likes it. And even Neelix can't wait to get there. So, I guess it can't be that bad.

Seven of Nine:
Given this crew's determination to return home, I have no doubt we will see it for ourselves someday.

Qatai:
...And watch out for pitcher plants!

Seven of Nine:
Computer, activate EMH.

Tom Paris:
Please state the nature of the medical emergency.

Seven of Nine:
[while in communication with an alien, Seven's console in Astrometrics goes dead] Computer, identify the cause of the power failure!

Tuvok:
[from the doorway] Captain's orders.

Ensign Vorik:
I have always had great respect for B'Elanna. I hope she isn't too... upset with me.

The Doctor:
With Lieutenant Torres, "upset" is a relative term.

[the Doctor is studying information about the Klingons]

The Doctor:
There's a copious amount of information in the cultural database about their mating practices. Did you know that fracturing a clavicle on the wedding night is actually considered a blessing on the marriage?

Captain Janeway:
As a matter of fact, I didn't.

The Doctor:
I'm planning to do a comparative study of all these mating rituals. It really is fascinating.

[Janeway looks at him quizzically]

The Doctor:
...from a socio-biological point of view.

The Doctor:
The Vulcan brain never ceases to amaze me.

The Doctor:
For such an intellectually enlightened race, Vulcans have a remarkably Victorian attitude about sex.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
That is a very Human judgment, Doctor.

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
You don't know how strong... how hard it is... to fight this... urge!

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
Are you telling me that I'm impossible to resist?

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
I wouldn't go that far.

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
So - this is the part where you throw heavy objects at me?

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
Maybe later.

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
If anyone is gonna smash your arrogant little face in, I will!

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
They'll tear each other to pieces!

Lieutenant Tuvok:
The risk of injury seems preferable to the certainty of dying from a chemical imbalance.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
Lieutenant Torres is out of contact on the planet.

Ensign Vorik:
Then I'll find her. B'Elanna needs me, and I need her.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
It is a far more sensible strategy to get her safely back to Voyager, and then decide on the proper resolution.

Ensign Vorik:
The resolution must be that we become mates. It is only logical!

Lieutenant Tuvok:
Lieutenant Torres has never been a great follower of logic.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
There is nothing logical about the pon farr. It is a time when instinct and emotion dominate over reason. It cannot be analyzed by the rational mind nor cured by conventional medicine. Anyone who has experienced it understands that it must simply be followed to its natural resolution.

[Paris and Torres in a mating fight]

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
Well, what're you doing?

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
Enjoying myself?

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
Then show it!

The Doctor:
You seem... much improved.

Ensign Vorik:
Yes. Your holodeck therapy was very effective. I must compliment you on an innovative solution.

The Doctor:
I'm pleased to hear that. This could be a viable alternative for space-faring Vulcans! When we get back, I'm sure Starfleet Medical will...

[Vorik gives him a stern look]

The Doctor:
...never hear about your personal experiences from me.

[after Torres has been cured of her pon farr, she is playing down the incident]

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
Yeah, I know, you're afraid that your big, scary Klingon side might've been showing. Well, I saw it up close. And you know, it wasn't so terrible. In fact, I wouldn't mind seeing it again someday.

[Paris orders the turbolift to resume, and Torres gets off on the next level]

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
Careful what you wish for, Lieutenant.

Ensign Vorik:
You are my mate, not his!

The Doctor:
Someday, this cytoplasmic matrix may fall into the primordial sea of a distant world, where it could ignite an evolutionary process. Eons from now, a creature not unlike you could emerge, look up at the stars and ask: "Who am I? How did I come to be?" It's the miracle of creation, Seven. Doesn't that excite you?

The Doctor:
When I look at this, I don't see a mere cell. I see the potential for literature and art, empires and kingdoms!

Seven of Nine:
Perhaps your visual subroutines are malfunctioning.

Harry Kim:
[referring to the Doctor] I don't know if I can take three more days of chasing comets with him.

Seven of Nine:
The time might pass more easily if we disable his vocal processor.

Harry Kim:
We're prisoners on an alien ship, Voyager has no idea we're missing, and the Doctor's been decompiled!

The Doctor/Seven of Nine:
The reports of my... decompilation have been greatly exaggerated.

Harry Kim:
[stares at her] Doc?

The Doctor/Seven of Nine:
Please state the nature of the medical emergency!

[the Doctor has been downloaded into Seven's matrix and taken control of her body]

The Doctor/Seven of Nine:
I had no idea that eating was such a... sensual experience! The tastes, the textures, feeling it slide down Seven's esophagus, it's... it's exquisite!

Harry Kim:
They're prison rations! My uniform probably tastes better.

Ranek:
[pointing at a replicator] This device. What does it do?

The Doctor/Seven of Nine:
That's a standard food replicator.

Ranek:
Can it be used to create bio-weapons?

The Doctor/Seven of Nine:
Not unless you count Mr. Neelix's Bolian souffl?.

The Doctor/Seven of Nine:
[sniffing the air] I knew Seven's senses were more acute than the average humanoid, but... I had no idea...

The Doctor/Seven of Nine:
[sniffing at Kim] It's you!

Harry Kim:
It's been a busy day. I guess I'm perspiring a little.

The Doctor/Seven of Nine:
A little?

[the Doctor sniffs his/Seven's wrist]

The Doctor/Seven of Nine:
Seven's had a busy day, too, and she's come through it smelling like the proverbial rose.

[Ranek has made a pass at 'Seven', much to the Doctor's displeasure]

Ranek:
I didn't mean to offend you. It's just, I've never met a woman like you before.

The Doctor/Seven of Nine:
It's because there are no women like me!

Lt. Jaryn:
Is something wrong?

The Doctor/Seven of Nine:
Ranek summoned me to the bridge under the pretext of a little stargazing. What he really wanted was to use my face as a tongue depressor!

The Doctor/Seven of Nine:
Never play 'hard to get' with a hologram.

Chakotay:
They may be in more trouble than we thought.

[after learning about the Doctor's/Seven's joined identity]

[after forcing Janeway to deactivate all holodecks, the Lokirrim captain demands to subject Voyager to inspection]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
We're both reasonable people. I suggest a compromise. Your vessel will escort us through Lokirrim territory. That way, you can keep an eye on us, make sure we don't reactivate our holodecks. The other alternative is, we destroy your ship.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Sometimes diplomacy requires a little saber rattling.

The Doctor/Seven of Nine:
You starship captains are all alike. You can stare down the barrel of a phaser cannon, but you can't stomach a simple medical exam.

[Seven has been separated from the Doctor, not happy with his behavior]

The Doctor:
I was trying to get information. Sometimes a... a glass of wine can... loosen the tongue.

Seven of Nine:
*One* glass. That doesn't excuse the other eight.

The Doctor:
I'm afraid the role of 'spy' wasn't written into my program. I was forced to... improvise.

Seven of Nine:
You "improvised" your way through an entire cheesecake, as well as three servings of Ktarian chocolate puffs. Now I have to suffer the consequences.

The Doctor:
These last few days have been a revelation. Feeling your lungs fill with air, the surge of adrenaline through your veins. Until I spent a day in your skin, I never knew what I was missing.

Seven of Nine:
You may have been better off not knowing.

[Tuvok is going through the pon farr]

Tom Paris:
You never fail to amaze me, Tuvok. A man of your advanced years still driven by the mating instinct?

Tuvok:
Unlike in Humans, the Vulcan libido increases with time.

Tom Paris:
Well, I guess there has to be some kind of reward for all that Vulcan discipline.

Tom Paris:
I do have one area of expertise that might help: the holodeck.

Tuvok:
I am a married man.

Tom Paris:
It's the holodeck, Tuvok, it doesn't count!

Tuvok:
Is that what you tell your wife?

Tom Paris:
No, of course not. My days of rescuing slave girls from Planet 10 are history.

[Tuvok has overcome his pon farr with the help of Paris and his holographic wife]

Tuvok:
I have fully recovered. Thank you for your assistance.

Tom Paris:
Ah, don't mention it. I just hope everything was okay?

Tuvok:
Not exactly. My wife's ears are four millimeters shorter than your facsimile's.

Lt. Jaryn:
I want you to know, I'm gonna tell my superiors everything you've done for us.

The Doctor/Seven of Nine:
First Ranek and now you. I may become the first prisoner of war to be decorated by his captors.

The Doctor:
[to Ranek] There are many women who'd appreciate an attractive man like you. I'm just not one of them.

Seven of Nine:
And the massage you got from Lieutenant Jaryn?

The Doctor:
Entirely therapeutic!

Seven of Nine:
You became sexually aroused in my body!

T'Pel:
[hologram] As it was in the dawn of our days, as it will be for all tomorrows. To you, my husband, I consecrate all that I am.

Tuvok:
T'Pel, my wife. From you I receive all that I am.

T'Pel:
[hologram] As it was in the beginning, so shall it be now.

Tuvok:
Two bodies, one mind.

[last lines]

Seven of Nine:
To shared experiences.

The Doctor:
Hear, hear.

Harry Kim:
[Harry and Seven have been taken prisoner, and Seven has just returned to the cell] Are you drunk?

Seven of Nine:
It wasn't my fault. Seven's unique physiology is unique. It doesn't react well to synthehol.

Harry Kim:
What happened?

Seven of Nine:
Captain Ranek and I shared a meal aboard the Flyer. He's really a gentleman, once you get to know him.

Harry Kim:
You had a dinner date in Seven's body?

Seven of Nine:
It wasn't a date. It was a tactical maneuver designed to win the trust of our captors... and it worked!

Tom Paris:
Headache, fever, respiratory distress, tremors. It looks like some kind of virus.

Tuvok:
It is not a virus.

Tom Paris:
You want to tell me what's going on?

Tuvok:
In the Doctor's database, you'll find a medication under file theta twelve alpha. Please, replicate it immediately.

Tom Paris:
You know I can't give out medicine without knowing what it's for.

Tuvok:
If you must know, I am suffering from a neurochemical imbalance.

Tom Paris:
An imbalance.

Tuvok:
It is native to my species.

Tom Paris:
Ah... this wouldn't be the kind of imbalance that comes around once every seven years?

[aboard Captain Proton's rocket ship on the holodeck]

Tuvok:
*These* are your 'sensor readings'?

Tom Paris:
Telegram. It's a message to Captain Proton from the President of Earth.

Tom Paris:
[reads from 1930s-style telegram] 'Intercepted communications between Doctor Chaotica and Arachnia - stop. Chaotica at war with aliens from fifth dimension - stop. Must strike now to disable death ray - '

Tuvok:
Stop. Please summarize the message.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Let me get this straight. Trans-dimensional aliens have mistaken your Captain Proton simulation for reality?

Tom Paris:
Yes, ma'am.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
And now an armed conflict has broken out between these aliens and Chaotica's holographic army?

Tom Paris:
Yes, ma'am. His Army of Evil.

[reporting on his impersonation of the President of Earth]

The Doctor:
My performance was unimpeachable.

Harry Kim:
He agreed?

The Doctor:
Let's just say, I'm considering running for office when we get back to Earth.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[entering the mess hall] Coffee, black.

Neelix:
Uh, sorry, Captain. We lost two more replicators this morning...

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Listen to me very carefully, because I'm only going to say this once: Coffee. Black.

Neelix:
Yes, ma'am.

[Neelix obliges and gets the Captain her coffee]

Neelix:
While I've got your attention, there are...

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Coffee first!

[she takes a sip and lets the caffeine hit]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Now, what's the problem?

Dr. Chaotica:
Full power to the death ray!

Satan's Robot:
Intruder alert! Intruder alert!

Satan's Robot:
Invaders from the fifth dimension!

[the crew tries to persuade Janeway to take on the role of Arachnia]

Seven of Nine:
Think of it as Starfleet's first encounter with Planet X.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Thanks.

Tom Paris:
Uh, Captain, it won't be so bad. I can explain to you what you can expect, I can tell you...

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Alright, alright! [sighs]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I'm a size 4.

Dr. Chaotica:
And so, my dear - the day you have always dreamed of has arrived: the day you become bride of Chaotica!

Tom Paris:
[on Chaotica] First of all, he's a megalomaniac, so it's a good idea to appeal to his ego.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Right.

Tom Paris:
And, um... use grandiose language. He likes to be called 'Sire', and it helps to say things like: 'The clever fiendishness of your evil plan is brilliant!'

Tom Paris:
One more thing: if you have trouble with Chaotica or you can't get to the death ray, you can always uncork the pheromones.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I beg your pardon?

Tom Paris:
Uh... Chapter 16: Spell of the Spider. Arachnia sends Chaotica a vial of her irresistible potion. Now, whenever he gets a whiff, he's under her spell.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I get the picture.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[after Paris has filled her in on Chaotica] This is how you've been spending your free time?

Tom Paris:
Well, I've been studying how past generations viewed the future.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
And?

Tom Paris:
Well, it didn't work out quite as black and white as they imagined.

Tom Paris:
I'll see you at the Fortress of Doom. And remember: you're the queen!

Tom Paris:
I was about to say 'Captain Proton to the rescue'. But I see you have everything under control.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I'm the queen, remember?

Dr. Chaotica:
Don't worry, I wouldn't kill my bride - not until *after* our wedding night.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[as Arachnia] I don't know how to tell you this... [shoots Chaotica with a ray gun]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
...but the wedding's off!

Dr. Chaotica:
Arachnia. Death, as you know it, has no hold on me. My defeat is but a temporary setback. I shall return to seek my revenge.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
He doesn't give up, does he?

Tom Paris:
They never do.

The Doctor:
I must say, the idea of an entire universe populated by photonic beings is rather appealing.

B'Elanna Torres:
Well, if your mission fails, you could be taking up permanent residence.

Alien #1:
All life is photonic.

Tom Paris:
Space drive.

Harry Kim:
Check.

Satan's Robot:
Check!

Tom Paris:
Destructo beam?

Harry Kim:
Check.

Satan's Robot:
Check!

Tom Paris:
[indicating Satan's Robot] If I could access holodeck controls, the first thing I'd do is delete this guy.

Satan's Robot:
Delete this guy!

Tom Paris:
As a matter of fact, as soon as this is all over, I think I'm gonna delete the whole program!

Harry Kim:
What about your historical study?

Tom Paris:
Class dismissed. No more robots, no more mad scientist, no more death rays. I am retiring my rocket pack, Harry. Someone else can save the universe from now on.

Harry Kim:
Final chapter, huh?

Tom Paris:
The End.

[when an alien enters through the hatch of Captain Proton's rocket ship, Satan's Robot steps between him and Paris]

Satan's Robot:
Invaders! In...!

Tom Paris:
[whacks Robot with his phaser] Quiet!

Satan's Robot:
[at much lower volume, almost sadly] Invaders.

[walks away]

Tom Paris:
[about Satan's Robot, who is malfunctioning] Looks like... he burned out a resistor.

Tuvok:
A what?

The Doctor:
[as the President of Earth] Chaotica has designs on Earth too. But we've withstood countless attacks, all thanks to one man: Captain Proton.

Alien #1:
Captain Proton?

The Doctor:
Defender of the Universe, scourge of intergalactic evil - and a competent medic to boot. But don't say I said so.

Tom Paris:
Doc, activate the destructo beam!

The Doctor:
The what?

Tom Paris:
The big button in the middle of that panel.

[the Doctor is about to press a button in the middle of *a* panel]

Tom Paris, Harry Kim:
[horrified] The other panel!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[as Arachnia] I see you've kept my pheromones. I didn't realize you were the scent-imental type.

Dr. Chaotica:
Your perfume inspires me.

[last lines]

Dr. Chaotica:
Our love was not meant to be, my queen. But be warned; you have not seen the last of... Chaotica...

[collapses]

Tom Paris:
The end of a twisted madman.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
And you're going to miss him.

Tom Paris:
A little.

[on an 'imagizer', music announces 'The End - ?' - of the chapter, followed by Chaotica's maniacal laughter]

Harry Kim:
Cliffhangers!

Tom Paris:
The lost art of a hyperbole.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
You're not suggesting we wait until this... Chaotica defeats the aliens?

Tom Paris:
No, no. I'm suggesting, that we help the aliens to defeat Chaotica. They think he's leading some kind of hostile invasion force, once that threat is gone it's a good bet they will leave and close up their portals.

Chakotay:
How do you propose to defeat Chaotica?

Tom Paris:
Well, he's been attacking the aliens with his Death Ray...

Tuvok:
It's a shame we don't have one.

Tom Paris:
No, forget about what it's called Tuvok! In the world of Captain Proton it's the most powerful weapon that there is, and because it's photonic it's lethal to these aliens. Now, in chapter 18 Captain Proton disables this weapon Just before Chaotica can use it to destroy Earth.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
And you think that Proton - namely you, of course - could still do that?

Tom Paris:
Well, we'd have to knock out the Lightning Shield first...

Seven of Nine:
A force-field.

Tom Paris:
Yep, now you're catching on. The Destruct-o Beam on my Rocket Ship can can disable the Death Ray but only if someone gets inside the Fortress of Doom and can shut down the Lightning Shield.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Gentlemen, welcome aboard Voyager.

Harry Kim:
Thank you, sir!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Mr. Kim... at ease, before you sprain something.

Harry Kim:
Captain, there's something out there.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I need a better description than that, Mister Kim!

Harry Kim:
I don't know. I'm reading... I'm not sure what I'm reading.

Tom Paris:
Stadi, you're changing my mind about Betazoids.

Lieutenant Stadi:
Good.

Tom Paris:
Oh that wasn't a compliment. Until today, I always considered your people warm and sensual.

Lieutenant Stadi:
I can be "warm and sensual."

Tom Paris:
Just not to me.

Lieutenant Stadi:
Do you always fly at women at warp speed, Mr. Paris?

Tom Paris:
Only when they're in visual range.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Officially, you'd be a Starfleet observer during the mission.

Tom Paris:
Observer? Oh, hell, I'm the best pilot you could have!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
You'll *be* an observer. When it's over, you're cut loose.

Tom Paris:
The story of my life.

Lieutenant Stadi:
That's our ship - that's Voyager: Intrepid class, sustainable cruise velocity of warp factor 9.975; fifteen decks; crew complement of 141; bio-neural circuitry.

[first lines]

Chakotay:
Damage report!

Quark:
If I may say so, it's been my special pleasure to see many new officers like yourself come through these portals. Your parents must be very proud, my boy.

Harry Kim:
We were warned about the Ferengi at the Academy.

Quark:
Warned about Ferengi, were you?

Harry Kim:
That's right.

Quark:
Slurs about my people at Starfleet Academy!

Harry Kim:
What I meant was, I...

Quark:
Here I am trying to be a cordial host, knowing how much a young officer's parents would appreciate a token of his love on the eve of a dangerous mission, and what do I get for my trouble? Scurrilous insults!

Harry Kim:
You know, I think a memento for my parents would be a great idea.

Quark:
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Harry Kim:
Really. One of these would, would make a great pendant for my mother.

Quark:
Or cuff links for your father.

Harry Kim:
Cuff links, great idea!

Quark:
They're not for sale! Now, inform your commanding officer that the Federation Council can expect an official query...

Harry Kim:
How much for the entire tray?

Quark:
Cash or credit?

Tom Paris:
[after "saving" Kim from Quark] Didn't they warn you about Ferengi at the Academy?

[Paris is flirting with the farmer's daughter on the array]

Harry Kim:
Paris, she's only a hologram.

Tom Paris:
No reason to be rude.

Harry Kim:
Captain - if these sensors are working, we're over 70,000 light years from where we were. We're on the other side of the galaxy...

Captain Janeway:
[to Chakotay] Commander, you and I have the same problem. I think it makes sense to try and solve it together, don't you?

The Caretaker:
I don't have time. Not enough time!

Harry Kim:
Computer, initiate emergency medical holographic program.

[the Doctor appears]

The Doctor:
[his first lines] Please state the nature of the medical emergency.

The Doctor:
This is the emergency holographic doctor speaking. I gave no permission for anyone to be transported out of sickbay.

[after everyone on the ship has vanished]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I don't know what you need, and frankly, I don't care. I just want our people back and I want us all to be sent home.

The Caretaker:
Oh, well now, aren't you contentious for a minor bipedal species.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
This minor bipedal species doesn't take kindly to being abducted!

Tuvok:
I must inform you that I was assigned to infiltrate your crew, sir. I am Captain Janeway's Chief of Security.

Chakotay:
Were you going to deliver us into their waiting hands, Vulcan?

Tuvok:
My mission was to accumulate information on Maquis activities - and then deliver you into their waiting hands.

Tom Paris:
Look, I know those guys told you to stay away from me; and you know what? You ought to listen to 'em. I'm not exactly a good luck charm.

Harry Kim:
I don't need anyone to choose my friends for me.

Aunt Adah:
Very well, since no one seems to care for any corn, we'll have to proceed ahead of schedule.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[of Kim] I barely knew him... I never seem to have a chance to get to know any of them. I have to, um... I have to take more time to do that. It's a fine crew, and I've gotta get 'em home.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I spoke to your family before I left.

Tuvok:
Are they well?

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Well - but worried about you.

Tuvok:
That would not be an accurate perception, Captain. Vulcans do not worry.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
They... miss you.

Tuvok:
As I do them.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I'll get you back to them. That's a promise, Tuvok.

Tuvok:
Captain - any action we take to protect the Ocampa would affect the balance of power in this system. The Prime Directive would seem to apply.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Would it? We never asked to be involved, Tuvok. But we are. We are.

Tuvok:
The Federation is made up of many cultures. I am Vulcan.

Neelix:
Neelix. Good to meet you! [hugs Tuvok]

Tuvok:
Perhaps you would care for a bath.

Neelix:
A what?

Neelix:
Whatever you need is what I have to offer. You need a guide - I'm your guide. You need supplies - I know where to procure them. I have friends among races you don't even know exist. You need a cook? Oh, you haven't lived until you've tasted my Angla'bosque! It will be my job to anticipate your needs before you know you have them. And I anticipate your first need... will be me!

Chakotay:
You get on those stairs they'll collapse. We'll both die!

Tom Paris:
Yeah... But on the other hand, if I save your butt, your life belongs to me. Isn't that some kind of Indian custom?

Chakotay:
Wrong tribe.

Tom Paris:
[trying to save Chakotay from the collapsing stairs] Isn't there some Indian trick where you can turn yourself into a bird and fly us outta here?

Chakotay:
You're too heavy.

Chakotay:
Tell one of your crackerjack Starfleet transporter chiefs to keep a lock on me.

Neelix:
Let me guess: you were whisked away from somewhere else in the galaxy and brought here against your will.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
It sounds as though you've heard this story before.

Neelix:
Sadly yes - thousands of times. Well, hundreds of times. Maybe fifty of times.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[of the Caretaker] If he dies, how the hell are we supposed to get home?

Toscat:
We should not dwell on what's been lost, but on all that's been gained.

Kes:
We've gained a talent for dependence - for simply taking what we're given!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Did you ever consider allowing the Ocampa to care for themselves?

The Caretaker:
[laughs pitifully] They're children.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Children have to grow up. We're explorers too. Most of the species we've encountered have overcome all kinds of adversity, without a caretaker. It's the challenge of surviving on their own that helps them to evolve. Maybe your "children"... will do better than you think.

Jabin:
You have made an enemy today!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
We're alone - in an uncharted part of the galaxy. We've already made some friends here... and some enemies. We have no idea of the dangers we're going to face. But one thing is clear: both crews are going to have to work together if we're to survive. That's why Commander Chakotay and I have agreed that this should be one crew - a Starfleet crew. And as the only Starfleet vessel assigned to the Delta Quadrant, we'll continue to follow our directive: to seek out new worlds and explore space. But our primary goal is clear. Even at maximum speeds, it would take 75 years to reach the Federation. But I'm not willing to settle for that. There's another entity like the Caretaker out there somewhere who has the ability to get us there a lot faster. We'll be looking for her. And we'll be looking for wormholes, spatial rifts, or new technologies to help us. Somewhere, along this journey, we'll find a way back.

B'Elanna Torres:
Who is she to be making these decisions for all of us?

Chakotay:
She's the Captain.

The Doctor:
Is the crew always this difficult?

Harry Kim:
I don't know, Doc. It's my first mission.

Tom Paris:
[after being promoted to lieutenant] For the first time in my life I don't know what to say.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
You've earned this, Tom. I'm only sorry your father won't know.

Tom Paris:
Oh, he'll know - when we get back.

Neelix:
Do these, uh... replicators make clothing as well?

Tuvok:
Yes.

Neelix:
Will it make me a uniform like yours?

Tuvok:
No. It most certainly will not.

B'Elanna Torres:
What do you think you're doing? That array is the only way we have to get back home!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I'm aware everyone has families and loved ones at homes they want to get back to. So do I. But I'm not willing to trade the lives of the Ocampa for our convenience. We'll have to find another way home.

B'Elanna Torres:
What other way home is there?

Toscat:
You defied the Caretaker by going to the surface, Kes. Learn from the experience. Follow the path he has set for us.

Kes:
I've learned very well, Toscat. I saw the sunlight! I can't believe that our Caretaker would forbid us to open our eyes and see the sky.

The Doctor:
Hello? Sickbay to bridge? I believe someone has failed to terminate my program. Please respond.

Tom Paris:
We may be stuck with you for a while, Doc.

The Doctor:
There's no need for concern. I'm capable of treating any injury or disease. - No concussion, you'll be fine - in a month.

[last lines]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Mr. Paris, set a course... for home.

Tom Paris:
Aye, Captain.

The Doctor:
That's enough. This is a sickbay, not a conference room. Visiting hours are over. Everyone except my patient is to leave immediately.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Computer, end medical holographic program.

Neelix:
[introducing himself] Neelix. And since you're not interested in my debris, I'm delighted to know you!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Captain Kathryn Janeway, of the Federation starship Voyager.

Neelix:
A very impressive title. I have no idea what it means, but it sounds very impressive.

[Janeway intends to transfer all commando codes to the Doctor]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
If you feel at any time that any of us are under the influence of the alien, you can countermand our orders and take control of the ship. Do you feel up to it?

The Doctor:
Of course. I make life and death decisions every day.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
Your report, Doctor.

The Doctor:
[referring to Paris] I still have a series of tests to perform, but other than his irritating lapses into nostalgia, I see nothing wrong with him.

The Doctor:
[after Torres has put up a medicine wheel over Chakotay's sickbed] You might have asked before adorning my sickbay with animal remains.

[Torres tries to bring Chakotay back with his people's medicine wheel]

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
The wheel represents both the universe outside and the universe inside our minds as well. They believe each is a reflection of the other. When a person is sleeping or, or on a vision quest, it's said that his soul is walking the wheel. But if he's in a coma or near death, it means that he's gotten lost. These stones are signposts... to help point the way back.

[she places one stone on the wheel; the Doctor sighs]

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
Not exactly standard medical procedure, I know, but...

The Doctor:
You've placed the coyote stone at the crossroads of the fifth and sixth realms, which would divert Commander Chakotay's soul, that is his consciousness, into the mountains of the antelope women - according to his tradition an extremely attractive locale. He might not want to leave.

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
Find your way home, Commander.

[last lines]

Commander Chakotay:
To be honest - I feel like I never left.

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
Am I being accused of something here?

Lieutenant Tuvok:
We're merely following a line of deductive reasoning, Lieutenant. Both deviations from our course were apparently issued from locations where you were working.

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
I'm telling you, I didn't do it!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Well, I'm willing to rule out mutiny for the time being.

[Neelix is wary because Ensign Parsons has ordered a drink other than his usual one]

The Doctor:
Mr. Neelix, just because a man changes his drink order doesn't mean he's possessed by an alien.

Neelix:
Nevertheless, don't you think you should... scan him or dissect him or something? Just to make sure.

The Doctor:
I could examine every crew member you've mentioned so far, every person on board, for that matter, and it wouldn't do any good. From what we can tell, the alien can jump from person to person at will.

Neelix:
Sounds to me like you're defending Ensign Parsons.

The Doctor:
I'm not defending him. I'm just pointing out that you're acting a little paranoid. In fact, one could say you're acting a little... too paranoid.

[the Doctor gives an overview on how he reintegrated Chakotay's consciousness]

The Doctor:
Needless to say, it was a remarkable procedure. I would consider writing a paper about it if there were a convenient forum in which to publish it.

Mrs. Templeton:
[Janeway is running a Gothic holonovel set in 18th or 19th century England] Let's make something clear, Mrs. Davenport. My job is to make sure that this household runs smoothly. I have been with Lord Burleigh for nearly twenty years because this household runs smoothly. He has come to trust me, and I will not brook any behavior that might jeopardize that trust, so you will be expected to follow the rules that I set down.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Mrs. Templeton, I have no wish to do anything that might disrupt this household, but let *me* make something perfectly clear. I've been hired by Lord Burleigh, and it's his orders I will follow, not yours.

Mrs. Templeton:
You would be wise not to make an enemy of me. I can make sure we have another governess by next week.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I suggest we try to get along, Mrs. Templeton. Surely there's room here for both of us?

The Doctor:
According to these scans, you're in perfect health.

Icheb:
Then why does my stomach feel so strange?

The Doctor:
Hmmm.

[He scans Icheb with a tricorder]

The Doctor:
Oh, I should have known. You've got butterflies in there.

Icheb:
I never assimilated butterflies.

[first lines]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Why potatoes?

Seven of Nine:
Their first idea was to clone Naomi. But I suggested they start with something smaller.

[on Rebi's and Azan's science project]

[Mezoti has created a cube-shaped terrarium with a Teirenian ant colony]

Mezoti:
The drones produce a fluorescent enzyme that's activated by the queen.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
"Drones and queens"? I thought we were trying to get these children away from the Borg.

Seven of Nine:
The project was Mezoti's idea. I didn't want to discourage her individuality.

Mezoti:
I like bugs.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Well done. Let me know before you take up bee-keeping.

[Icheb's family has been found]

Seven of Nine:
It won't be easy for him to accept. He's adapted to life on Voyager.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
And you've adapted to having him here.

Seven of Nine:
My feelings are irrelevant.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Are they?

[the Doctor tries to convey to Icheb why parents are important, as the latter considers them irrelevant]

Icheb:
You didn't have parents.

The Doctor:
No, but...

Icheb:
You adapted to serve a vital function aboard this vessel, forged relationships with its crew, all without the benefit of parents.

The Doctor:
I had my programing to fall back on.

Icheb:
And how would your programing respond, if you were asked to live with strangers?

Seven of Nine:
Anyone who values their own goals over the safety of their children is irresponsible!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Are we talking about Icheb's parents, or yours?

Seven of Nine:
Both.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
...It's not like you to admit to something like that.

Seven of Nine:
It would be naive for me to claim objectivity in this case. But I'm not prepared to return Icheb to parents who may be as careless as my own.

Seven of Nine:
I know what you're thinking, that I'm having emotional difficulty accepting my separation from Icheb. And you're correct. But if there's a possibility he's in danger, even a remote one, I have to do whatever I can to protect him. If I don't, I'll be no better than my own parents.

Mezoti:
If you find my parents, will I have to go with them?

Seven of Nine:
We'll discuss that when and if the time comes.

Mezoti:
I hope you don't find them.

Leucon:
[discussing Voyager] Interesting, isn't it?

Icheb:
What?

Leucon:
With all their technology, their opportunity to explore the galaxy, the thing they want most is to get home.

The Borg:
We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.

Seven of Nine:
Perhaps not.

[Icheb has defended his parents' plan to use him as a weapon against the Borg]

Seven of Nine:
I know how difficult it is to acknowledge your parents' faults. But what they did was wrong. You don't have to forgive them.

Icheb:
Do you think they will ever forgive me?

Seven of Nine:
For what?

Icheb:
I could have destroyed that sphere. I failed them.

Seven of Nine:
You would have been reassimilated.

Icheb:
I know, but...

Seven of Nine:
But what?

Icheb:
Maybe it was my destiny.

Seven of Nine:
Maybe. In the future, you may choose to fight the Borg; but you'll do it in your own way. You're an individual, and you have the right to determine your own destiny.

[last lines]

Seven of Nine:
It's time to regenerate.

Icheb:
And if I prefer to continue studying?

[Seven pauses for a moment]

Seven of Nine:
It's your decision.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[after several warnings] Wait for me in my ready room.

Seven of Nine:
Captain...

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[growled] Now.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Your attitude is making a difficult situation worse.

Seven of Nine:
I was simply attempting to insure Icheb's well-being.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
By insulting his parents?

Seven of Nine:
Those issues needed to be discussed.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
You could have done it with a little more tact.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Come on Chakotay, there must be some talent you have that people would enjoy. Maybe I could stand with an apple on my head and you could phaser it off.

Commander Chakotay:
Sounds great. If I miss, I get to be Captain.

[Janeway states that their tachyon burst has disrupted the time loop]

Commander Chakotay:
Not a minute too soon. I was getting awfully tired of talking about talent night.

[after a - seemingly fatal - shuttle accident, Janeway looks upon her crew as a disembodied presence]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I have to know what's going to happen to them. To see Kes continue to grow and learn. To know if Tom and B'Elanna will ever stop sparring with each other and develop a real friendship.

Admiral Edward Janeway:
You can only be an observer of their lives, never a participant.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I don't care. I'd rather be here in spirit than not at all. A captain doesn't abandon ship!

Admiral Edward Janeway:
I'm trying to spare you unnecessary pain.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
My father would never act like this. He always believed I had to learn my own lessons, make my own mistakes. He never tried to shield me from life. Why would he try to shield me from death? You're not my father!

Lieutenant Tuvok:
Tactical Officer's log, supplemental - My attempt to help Kes detect the Captain's presence has ended in failure. I am forced to conclude that we have, in fact, lost Kathryn Janeway. I would like the record to show that I have lost a good friend as well - one whom I can never replace.

Ensign Harry Kim:
I know, Captain Janeway wouldn't want us to be sitting around, moping. She'd want us to be cheering each other up, remembering the good times. Like the away mission when we found all those bushes of overripe fruit. I must've eaten half a kilo. My hands and mouth were all purple... And the Captain... The Captain came and sat down next to me... and her mouth was all stained, too. She put her arm around my shoulder... and she said... She said... "Ensign, these are the times we have to remember."

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
That's the real me, isn't it? Lying on the ground on that planet, dying. And this is the hallucination, this isn't real.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[to the alien] You don't strike me as any kind of good Samaritan. You're more like a vulture, preying on people at the moment of their death when they're most vulnerable.

[the alien urges Janeway to come with him into his matrix]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Let me tell you this: we can stand here for all eternity, and I will never choose to go with you!

Admiral Edward Janeway/Alien:
You're in a dangerous profession, Captain. You face death every day. There'll be another time, and I'll be waiting. Eventually, you'll come into my matrix - and you will nourish me for a long, long time.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Go back to hell, coward!

Commander Chakotay:
He was like the spider who has to lure a fly into his web.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
He wanted to take me into another place.

Commander Chakotay:
Another place? Some kind of afterlife?

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Maybe. But I can tell you this: from what I saw, it's certainly not where I'd like to spend eternity.

[last lines]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Come on, Chakotay. I cheated death! That's worth a celebration, don't you think? Bottle of champagne, moonlight sail on Lake George - how does that sound?

Commander Chakotay:
Like something worth living for.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
If you are to succeed in honing your telepathic abilities, you must learn to control these emotional outbursts.

Kes:
Outburst? It was a giggle!

Tanis:
Captain, are you aware of how your ship is regarded? That when Voyager appears, people fear destruction?

Ocampa Man:
Your ship is known as a ship of death.

The Doctor:
Vulcans make the worst patients.

Tanis:
Focus on the goal, not the task.

Tanis:
The people on this ship, they live their lives trapped inside their primitive skulls, depending on flesh and bone to tell them what the universe is like. They don't know what it is to see beyond the physical.

[he points at a flower]

Tanis:
Touch it. This is how they know the universe. They touch the flower, their nerve impulses travel up their arm to the brain, and in their mind they sense the moisture of the petals, the texture of the leaves, the sharpness of the thorns, and they think they know what it feels like. But they don't.

[he gently moves Kes's hand away from the flower]

Tanis:
Now touch it. Reach out with your thoughts. Feel it for the very first time. Think of nothing but the flower. It's the only object in the universe. Know it. Know it in a way only an Ocampa can.

Kes:
[after burning all the plants to the ground] I killed those plants - just like I almost killed Tuvok. But I don't want to hurt anybody.

Tanis:
Of course you don't. That's not the point. Hurt people, help them, give life, kill - it's all the same. Once you see beyond the physical, you see the universe as it truly is.

Tanis:
Suspiria is your future.

Kes:
To be honest, I never want to see that part of myself again.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
To which part are you referring?

Kes:
To the part of me that got pleasure from destroying those plants in the airponics bay. To the part of me that was tempted to go with Tanis. I never realized I had such dark impulses.

Lieutenant Tuvok:
Without the darkness, how would we recognize the light? Do not fear your negative thoughts. They are part of you. They are a part of every living being - even Vulcans.

Kes:
You?

Lieutenant Tuvok:
The Vulcan heart was forged out of barbarism and violence. We learned to control it, but it is still part of us. To pretend it does not exist is to create an opportunity for it to escape.

[Voyager encounters a Borg cube]

Seven of Nine:
There should be thousands of drones manning the vessel. But I'm picking up only five signatures.

The Borg:
We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.

B'Elanna Torres:
It doesn't sound like they've lost their confidence.

Tuvok:
Borg vessels may be forbidding, but they are not haunted.

[on Kim's comment that the Borg cube reminded him of a haunted house he had visited as a child]

The Borg:
Negotiation is irrelevant. You will be assimilated.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Not today and not by you.

The Doctor:
Behold the David that slew our Goliath.

Seven of Nine:
These drones have not fully matured. Where are the others?

The Borg:
There are no others. The drones aboard this vessel were...

First:
...deactivated. We are the Borg.

B'Elanna Torres:
I can't believe we're negotiating with adolescent drones.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
They're not exactly drones. Mature Borg are predictable; they'll ignore you or assimilate you.

Mezoti:
We're a collective.

Seven of Nine:
A collective of five on a vessel normally run by 5,000.

Mezoti:
[of Seven] She's like us.

Icheb:
Not like us. She's damaged. Her infrastructure has been removed.

Mezoti:
We could fix her.

First:
[on Seven] If she tries to resist, assimilate her.

Tuvok:
They are contemptuous of authority, convinced that they are superior. Typical adolescent behavior, for any species.

Seven of Nine:
When I was first captured by the Borg, I was young and frightened. I watched my parents assimilated. Then I was placed in a maturation chamber, and the hive mind began to restructure my synaptic pathways, purge my individuality. When I emerged five years later, the turmoil of my forced assimilation had been replaced with order. You may not be aware of this, Captain, but that order continues to be a source of strength for me. I could not have regained my humanity without it.

Seven of Nine:
Not all drones can be saved, Captain.

[Seven has doubts that the young Borg could be transformed into individuals again]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
They do have one thing going for them - you. If there's anyone who can reach them, it's you.

First:
We're Borg. You've forgotten what that means.

Seven of Nine:
The unity of the collective. Common goals. The quest for perfection. I have not forgotten. But you don't need to remain drones to experience those things.

Mezoti:
[on the Queen of Hearts] I like her. She looks like Seven of Nine.

[the Borg children have regained their individuality]

Icheb:
[reading his assimilation profile] Icheb. My name was Icheb.

Seven of Nine:
Your name *is* Icheb.

Mezoti:
My designation is... Mezoti. It's a pretty name.

Seven of Nine:
Yes, it is. And it's all yours.

[the First has been fatally injured]

Mezoti:
[trying to reassure him] We'll find a new home. You'll see.

First:
W-we are Borg.

Seven of Nine:
Yes... we are Borg.

[the First shuts down]

Tom Paris:
[the boys are playing poker] Look, why don't we make things a little more interesting? Forget the chips. Let's bet on tomorrow's work detail, all right? Whoever wins this hand gets the morning off.

Chakotay:
I'm in.

Harry Kim:
I'm in.

Neelix:
Sounds good to me.

Chakotay:
What have you got?

Harry Kim:
Two pair.

Neelix:
Does that beat a flush?

Harry Kim:
I *knew* you were bluffing!

Chakotay:
That beats me. Tom?

Chakotay:
[Tom says nothing; he's staring in horror at the viewscreen. The others follow his gaze, and see a Borg cube coming right at them] Battle stations!

Tom Paris:
[as everyone scrambles for their station] And I had a full house...

Captain Janeway:
It never fails to impress me. No matter how vast the differences may be between cultures, people always have something that somebody else wants, and trade is born.

Leonardo da Vinci:
Earthquakes... and idiots. Florence be damned.

Leonardo da Vinci:
[stranded on an alien planet] Welcome to America!

Leonardo da Vinci:
[on Janeway's bleeping tricorder] Your compass is speaking to you!

Leonardo da Vinci:
Machines that fly through the air! Lightning flung from one's hands! Mechanical women who live in boxes! These things I have seen!

Leonardo da Vinci:
I cannot believe it. I will not believe it! My mind cannot accept the evidence of my eyes!

Leonardo da Vinci:
[about Tau] He is as ruthless as a Borgia.

Leonardo da Vinci:
I will not leave this new world!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Your new world is a prison. You're under his control.

[points at the unconscious Tau]

Leonardo da Vinci:
When are we not in prison? Hm? When are our lives free from the influence of those who have more power than us? Hm? If this new world is a cage, then it is a cage of gold - of marvels, of opportunities!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Leonardo, whether you want to admit it or not, they do need you back home - in Florence, Milan, Avignon... They need your genius, they need your heart. And right now, I need you, too. So come on!

Leonardo da Vinci:
I will not go... for Florence or Milan or Avignon. But for you, Caterina... for you I will go.

Leonardo da Vinci:
Well, this, er, fascinating conversation...

[he finishes his drink]

Leonardo da Vinci:
...has left me as dry as Vulcan.

Tuvok:
Vulcan?

Leonardo da Vinci:
An island off Sicily. Have you been there?

Tuvok:
No.

Leonardo da Vinci:
Pity.

Seven of Nine:
It is puzzling that even a Vulcan would refer to a holographic character by name as if it were alive. It seems somehow... illogical.

The Doctor:
Well - what happened in the mess hall?

Seven of Nine:
Lieutenant Torres and I were working on some astrometric data. There was a disagreement.

The Doctor:
I understand things got a little... heated.

Seven of Nine:
Lieutenant Torres became emotional. She chose to display hostility rather than to counter my argument.

The Doctor:
What did she say exactly?

Seven of Nine:
It is irrelevant. Suffice it to say, I was correct, she was not.

The Doctor:
[impatient] Details, Seven! I want specifics!

Seven of Nine:
I see no reason to discuss these trivialities.

The Doctor:
Without my mobile emitter, I am a prisoner in here. I need to know what is going on beyond these walls, trivial or not!

Seven of Nine:
[sighs] Torres referred to me as an automaton. She also employed a series of profane Klingon insults. Shall I translate them for you?

The Doctor:
By all means!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Fire at will!

Tuvok:
I have the will, but not the means, Captain.

Leonardo da Vinci:
[examining Tuvok] Curious ears!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
My traveling companion, Tuvok.

Leonardo da Vinci:
Ah, what the old philosophers say is true. Monstrous and wonderful are the peoples of undiscovered lands.

[Janeway asks Tuvok to distract Leonardo da Vinci with small talk]

Tuvok:
Vulcans do not make small talk.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Improvise.

Leonardo da Vinci:
Where exactly are you from?

Tuvok:
Scandinavia.

Tom Paris:
I feel like we've just been mugged.

[Chakotay has interrogated an alien who has purchased goods stolen from Voyager, among other things a Starfleet uniform]

Alien Visitor:
[as he is dismissed] This was a waste of my time.

Chakotay:
Not really. These colors look good on you.

Chakotay:
Ready for some fancy flying?

Tom Paris:
You bet.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[about da Vinci] He was a Renaissance man, Tuvok. Interpreted, reinterpreted, deconstructed, fantasized about, all through history. Vasari thought he was an angel. Freud thought he had a problem with his mother. James T. Kirk claimed he met him, although the evidence is less than conclusive.

[da Vinci is baffled by the "magic" technology he has encountered]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Let me ask you something. If you were something other than a human being, if you were a different kind of animal... If you were a small bird, a sparrow - what would your world be like?

Leonardo da Vinci:
I should make my home in a tree, in the branch of an elm. I should hunt insects for food, straw for my nest, and in the springtime, I should sing for a companion.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
And you would know nothing of the politics of Florence - the cutting of marble or mathematics.

Leonardo da Vinci:
Of course not.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
But why not?

Leonardo da Vinci:
My mind would be too small.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
As a sparrow, your mind would be too small, even with the best of teachers?

Leonardo da Vinci:
If Aristotle himself were to perch on my branch and lecture till he... fell off from exhaustion - still the limits of my mind would prevent me from understanding.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
And as a man, can you accept that there may be certain realities beyond the limits of your comprehension?

Leonardo da Vinci:
If I could not accept that... then I would be a fool.

Leonardo da Vinci:
All my life I have wanted to fly. Perhaps my failure to do so has... caused my heart to remain in flight - leaping from one thing to another, never satisfied... never complete.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
And now that you've actually flown?

Leonardo da Vinci:
Now, who knows what I cannot accomplish.

Harry Kim:
I'm a pretty easy-going person. I mean, it takes a lot to ruffle my feathers. But that's not true of everybody. You've got to learn how to phrase things a little more diplomatically. [Seven just gives him a Look] Or not.

[Janeway has been deceived earlier by Inspector Kashyk]

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
You created false readings.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
That is the theme for this evening, isn't it?

Prax:
Gaharay vessel, prepare to be inspected. Crew members are instructed to step away from their stations. Side arms and scanning equipment are to be set aside. Deviation from this or any other inspection protocols will not be tolerated.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
All hands, this is the Captain. Prepare to be boarded by Devore inspection teams. Give them your full cooperation.

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
[over comm] Captain Janeway, report to your ready room.

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
Captain - do you trust me?

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Not for a second.

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
Exactly! And why should you? Trust has to be earned, it's gradual. And yet it's the foundation of every relationship, professional and personal. It's also a concept alien to the telepathic races. Why take someone at their word when you can simply read their mind?

[Voyager is trying to avoid the Devore inspection vessels]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Tuvok, Seven. I want you to lay in a course that'll attract as little attention as possible. Avoid their colonies, space stations, tourist attractions, if they have any.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
What do you want, Inspector?

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
Call me Kashyk, please. I never liked that title. In fact, I've left it behind.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Did somebody offer you a promotion, or are you just having a bad day?

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
I suppose you liked me better in uniform.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I haven't decided whether I like you at all.

[Neelix is telling the telepathic Brenari children a tale]

Neelix:
...It seemed hopeless. Until they discovered...

Adar:
...a door.

Neelix:
You... A door, right, a mysterious door, right in the middle of...

Adar:
...a clearing.

Neelix:
[laughs, embarrassed] You know, it's, it's... huh... it's not nice to read people's thoughts when they're telling a story.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[to Neelix] Is the kitchen still open, or are you just serving stories?

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
How do you predict a random occurrence?

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
You follow your instincts.

[Janeway is questioned why Voyager has entered a restricted sector]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
We were planning to study a supernova remnant not far from here.

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
You strayed a full light year from your course in order to observe an astronomical phenomenon?

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
We're explorers.

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
Yes, I remember. I also remember warning you about going where you don't belong.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Exploring can sometimes be hard to resist, Inspector.

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
Well, it's a romantic notion, Captain, but one I *can't* allow you to indulge.

Torat:
Federations, imperiums... Why do you people feel such a need to align yourselves with monolithic organizations, hm?

Chakotay:
Devore soldiers have materialized on decks 15, 12, 8, 4...

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
And... one.

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
[over comm] Captain Janeway, report to your ready room.

[Prax has recommended placing the Voyager crew under detention after they helped the Brenari escape the Devore soldiers]

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
To hell with protocol, Prax! Do you think either of us will benefit from having this failure on our records? As far as you're concerned, this incident never occurred. Make sure your teams share that understanding!

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
Well played, Captain. It seems I never did earn your trust.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I had to take a few precautions. You understand.

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
Better than anyone.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
You'll have your own quarters, but limited access to Voyager's systems. And your whereabouts will be monitored at all times.

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
I'm used to being surrounded by armed guards. Makes me feel secure.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Only this time, they answer to me. Consider them a reminder that Voyager is my ship.

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
I don't think anyone could doubt that.

[Kashyk is contemplating the kolyan kolyar - infinite spirals - in space]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Are you saying goodbye? There'll be other spirals.

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
They just never looked quite so... beautiful before. Could be the company I'm keeping.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Or the polarization axis of the windows.

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
That must be it.

[last lines]

Devore Inspector Kashyk:
For what it's worth... you made a tempting offer. - The bridge is yours.

[first lines]

Neelix:
[At Tom and B'Elanna's wedding] Are you sure this rice isn't supposed to be cooked? Steamed? Fried...

The Doctor:
The idea is to shower the couple with a symbol of good fortune, not garnish them like a roast chicken.

The Doctor:
[on Paris's and Torres's marriage] I never thought I'd see the day.

Seven of Nine:
Given the volatile nature of their relationship, one might have predicted homicide rather than matrimony.

Tuvok:
When it comes to affairs of the human heart, it is wise to look beyond logic.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
We're gathered here today, not as Starfleet officers, but as friends and family, to celebrate the marriage of two of Voyager's finest. B'Elanna has asked me to forgo the rigors of Klingon painstiks in favor of a more traditional ceremony.

Harry Kim:
They're saving the painstiks for the honeymoon.

[Seven catches the wedding bouquet]

The Doctor:
Congratulations.

Seven of Nine:
For what?

Tuvok:
You may not want to know.

Neelix:
Here's a lovely program modelled after a mountain resort on the fifth moon of Cytrax. Just you, B'Elanna, and the crickets.

Tom Paris:
Crickets?

Neelix:
Cytraxian crickets. Their song is reputed to be an auditory aphrodisiac.

Tom Paris:
A-ha. Well, between you and me, B'Elanna and I don't need aphrodisiacs.

[both laugh]

Tom Paris:
How's my old lady?

B'Elanna Torres:
Well enough... to break your nose if you call me that again.

[Neelix makes exotic suggestions for Tom's and B'Elanna's honeymoon]

Tom Paris:
I was hoping for some place a little more down-to-earth.

Neelix:
Well, it's your honeymoon. Just how down-to-earth did you mean?

Tom Paris:
Earth!

Tom Paris:
Let me let you in on a little secret, Neelix: Earth has the best vacation spots in the galaxy; it's got the cultures, the climates, the history, the people - it has everything you ever want in a planet.

Neelix:
You sound like a travel brochure.

Tom Paris:
No. No. Just a native.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
This is it, Tom - your bachelor days are over.

Tom Paris:
Not a moment too soon.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Second thoughts?

Tom Paris:
Second, third, fourth...

B'Elanna Torres:
[speaking her wedding vows to Tom] You stood by me... when most people would have run for the nearest airlock. You were willing to see past my shortcomings, and to take all the bumps and bruises that came along with it. You made me a better person, even though I put up one hell of a fight. I look forward to our journey together.

Tuvok:
When it comes to affairs of the human heart, it is wise to look beyond logic.

Seven of Nine:
I fail to see the benefit of monogamous relationships.

B'Elanna Torres:
So you want to stay single?

Seven of Nine:
If you mean remain open to social situations with a wide variety of individuals, then yes.

B'Elanna Torres:
I'm married. I'm not going into stasis for the rest of my life. No, I plan to have...

Seven of Nine:
I do not wish to be dependent on anyone. By marrying, one limits one's romantic interactions to a single individual - a circumstance which implies extreme monotony.

B'Elanna Torres:
I'm glad we had this little talk.

Harry Kim:
Hungry?

Tom Paris:
Can't join you tonight. Dinner with B'Elanna.

Harry Kim:
Married one day and you're already domesticated.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
We've come too far to be stopped by dust.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
For all we know, the real Voyager's been destroyed, and we're all that's left. For all we know, we're supposed to be living their lives.

Chakotay:
That's a pretty big assumption; and it's putting this crew in danger.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
There's only one thing I know how to be, Chakotay, and that's Kathryn Janeway.

Chakotay:
Tom and I aren't the only ones who question your decisions. Now that the truth is known, a lot of people think we should turn around and head for the class Y planet. They're starting to remember their existence before Voyager.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
What? What existence? Pools of biomimetic fluid? We didn't even experience sentience until Voyager came along.

Chakotay:
What good is sentience if we're not alive to experience it?

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
The way I choose to look at it is this: if everything about us was duplicated, that includes our memory engrams, the emotional centers of our brain. So if you feel something, remember something, believe something - I'm not about to tell you it's not real.

Harry Kim:
Tom.

Tom Paris:
There's no one here by that name.

Harry Kim:
I just wanted to say... I'm sorry about B'Elanna.

Tom Paris:
Sorry? What for?

Harry Kim:
She was your wife!

Tom Paris:
She was a duplicate - just like you are, Harry.

Harry Kim:
You heard the Captain, if we're gonna survive this, we've gotta believe in ourselves.

Tom Paris:
[laughs sarcastically] You can drop the good soldier routine. You don't have to do everything the Captain says anymore. Hell, she's not even the Captain.

Harry Kim:
She is to me.

[Janeway has appointed Neelix to be Medical Officer]

Neelix:
What about my other duties?

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Make sickbay your priority. Huh... At this point, morale is a luxury.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
We've lost Commander Chakotay. Duplicate or not, he was real to me. And he was a fine Starfleet officer. And... he was a friend... who... wasn't afraid to let me know when I am wrong.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
This crew's existence may have been brief; but it's been distinguished. None of you... deserves to be forgotten.

[at the attempt to launch the time capsule, it is destroyed]

Harry Kim:
Personal logs, mission logs, all our history - gone.

[last lines]

[on board the real Voyager]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Make a note in the ship's record. "We received a distress call at 0900 hours. Arrived at the vessel's last known coordinates at 2120. The ship was destroyed. Cause unknown. No survivors." Mr. Paris, resume course.

Tom Paris:
Aye, sir.

Tom Paris:
[speaking his wedding vows to B'Elanna] I still don't know what I've done to deserve you, But whatever it is, I'll try to keep doing it. And I promise to stand by you, to honor you, till death do us part.

The Doctor:
Level Blue is your critical care area, I presume.

Chellick:
Level Blue is the area where it's most critical that we provide excellent care.

Adultress:
You're a woman. You saw my husband with your own eyes: overweight, depressed; you would have left him too, especially if you had met someone as exciting as Gar.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[unenthusiastic] Yes, he's very exciting.

Adultress:
That's why you're looking for him, isn't it? You want him for yourself.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I assure you, I have no romantic interest in him whatsoever.

Adultress:
Why? Not good enough for you?

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
No, it's not that, it's just that...

[she turns to Tuvok and grabs his hand]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I already have a man.

[in order to get information about the Doctor's whereabouts, Neelix has given Gar something rather indigestible to eat]

Tuvok:
Mr. Neelix, have you deliberately poisoned this man?

Neelix:
Relax. He's just having gas pains.

Tuvok:
Your actions are not only against regulations...

Neelix:
Didn't I hear someone threaten a mind meld?

Tuvok:
I was merely trying to encourage the suspect to be more forthcoming.

Neelix:
[glancing at the pained Gar] I think he's getting all the encouragement he needs.

Allocator:
The medical hologram will now commence treatment on Level Blue. You have six minutes to treat Patient B3.

[Chellick explains the treatment coefficient of the patients in the hospital]

Chellick:
An agricultural engineer is obviously more important than a waste processor.

The Doctor:
Important to whom?

Chellick:
Society. When your resources are limited, you have to prioritize.

The Doctor:
So you base treatment on whether patients have particular abilities.

Chellick:
It's much more complicated than that. The Allocator assesses the entire individual.

The Doctor:
And reduces his life to a number.

[the Doctor is complaining about the lack of proper treatment for Tebbis]

Dr. Dysek:
If he becomes more valuable to society, his TC will rise and then he'll receive better treatment.

The Doctor:
He may not be around long enough.

Dr. Dysek:
I'm sorry he's sick. But our society is much better off since we began following the Allocator's protocols.

The Doctor:
[under his breath] Some of you are.

Voje:
Twelve patients on Level Red are being sent home because of you.

The Doctor:
That's why we have to hurry. We may still be able to save them.

Voje:
You've already endangered my patients, and now you're asking me to risk my career? Why should I help you?

The Doctor:
Because I have a plan to heal those patients. That's what doctors do - we heal. So choose: what kind of doctor are you going to be?

The Doctor:
That feeling you get from healing someone - infectious, isn't it?

The Doctor:
Don't you have any ethical standards?

Chellick:
You're hardly in a position to speak to me of ethics. Lying, stealing - any other crimes you wish to confess?

The Doctor:
I was trying to save lives.

Chellick:
And I am trying to save a society.

Chellick:
You're only making things worse for yourself.

The Doctor:
As a matter of fact, I'm making things worse for you: I'm going to make you a patient in your own hospital.

[an away team has arrived to take the Doctor back to Voyager]

The Doctor:
I'll be with you in a moment. I'm with a... patient.

[the Doctor has "transfered" Chellick onto Level Red by giving him Tebbis's identity and disease]

Chellick:
What're you waiting for? Give me the cytoglobin.

Dr. Dysek:
I don't think I can.

Chellick:
What're you saying?

Dr. Dysek:
Cytoglobin isn't authorized for Level Red patients.

Chellick:
Dysek!

Dr. Dysek:
I don't want to break the rules.

Chellick:
I made the rules!

Dr. Dysek:
Then you should be pleased I hold them in such high regard.

The Doctor:
You know, Doctor, one way to increase your allocation of resources on Level Blue would be to increase the number of patients. I know at least a dozen people who should be treated for... arterial aging. Saving their lives would be just a side effect.

Dr. Dysek:
Hmm... Perhaps we should have them transfered to Level Blue.

The Doctor:
If you're looking for a second opinion, I concur.

Dr. Dysek:
Well... Chellick, what do you think?

Chellick:
It's absurd!

Dr. Dysek:
We'd have to transfer you to Level Blue as well. You'd get your cytoglobin.

Tebbis:
I have never met a doctor like you.

The Doctor:
Well, it's not hard to stand out when the general level of competence is so low.

[last lines]

[the Doctor has asked Seven to give his program a checkup]

The Doctor:
While I was aboard that ship, I poisoned a man.

Seven of Nine:
Deliberately?

The Doctor:
Yes. I was trying to force him to let me treat patients who were dying.

Seven of Nine:
You were prepared to sacrifice an individual to benefit a collective.

The Doctor:
No offense, Seven, but I don't exactly aspire to Borg ideals.

Seven of Nine:
You were hoping your behavior was the result of a malfunction.

[the Doctor nods]

Seven of Nine:
I'm sorry, Doctor; but I must give you a clean bill of health.

Tebbis:
[the Doctor has "reallocated" restricted medications, and is trying to get a resistant Voje to help him distribute it] I'll help you.

Voje:
You should be in bed!

The Doctor:
Actually, now that he's improving, a little activity will do him good. You can go back to doing whatever you were doing.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[entering a cargo bay full of Borg ship debris] Now, this is how I prefer the Borg: in pieces.

[first lines]

The Borg:
A vessel has been detected - Unimatrix 424, Grid 116 - activate. Alter course to intercept.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I don't know about the rest of you - but I feel lucky today!

[Janeway is examining a spherical object]

Harry Kim:
Captain! Don't touch that.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
What is it?

Harry Kim:
I don't know, but a few minutes ago, it was crawling around the floor.

Chakotay:
Maybe I should go to red alert and get it over with.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Commander?

Chakotay:
You're about to drop one of your bombshells.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Now, what makes you say that?

Chakotay:
The way you fiddle with your combadge - you do it every time.

Harry Kim:
[after destroying a Borg vessel] I wish that boom had been a bit smaller; we were only trying to disable them.

Tom Paris:
They were drones, Harry, mindless automatons. We did them a favor.

[Seven of Nine appears behind Paris, obviously aware of his comment]

Harry Kim:
Seven!

Tom Paris:
[embarrassed] Um... look, I, I didn't mean anything by that.

Seven of Nine:
Your apology is irrelevant. It's impossible to offend a mindless drone.

Borg Queen:
Never forget who you are.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
We've proven ourselves against the Borg once before - twice before. But we're always the ones under attack. I think it's time to do a little assimilating of our own.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[of a Borg vessel] So, what we have here, in two simple words, is... Fort Knox.

The Doctor:
I was hoping to find one of these: it's a servo-armature from a medical repair drone - laser scalpel, bio-molecular scanner, micro-suture, all rolled into one instrument!

Tom Paris:
No Federation sickbay should be without one.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[after several training sessions on a "Borg vessel"] I don't know about you, but I'm glad to be back on Voyager. Borg vessels make my skin crawl.

Seven of Nine:
It was a holodeck recreation.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Close enough.

The Doctor:
[on the Borg research of Seven's parents] This is an important stage of your social development, Seven. Try not to think of it as simply a research project, but as an exploration of how you were raised.

Seven of Nine:
My parents underestimated the Collective. They were destroyed. Because of their arrogance, I was raised by Borg!

Borg Queen:
We've come to make you an offer: rejoin the Collective and we'll spare Voyager.

Seven of Nine:
Why me?

Borg Queen:
Because... you are unique.

Seven of Nine:
Over the past two years, I have become familiar with the individuals on this vessel. Voyager is my Collective now. Your survival is important to me. I am willing to risk my own well-being, if it increases our chances of success. Assign me to the away team. Please.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Seven - you've made remarkable progress as an individual... and as a member of this crew. For what it's worth - Voyager wouldn't be the same without you.

[last lines of Part 1]

Borg Queen:
Welcome home.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
There are three things to remember about being a starship captain: keep your shirt tucked in, go down with the ship... and never abandon a member of your crew.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I realize the two of you weren't exactly close. Regardless, we just lost one of our own.

B'Elanna Torres:
She was never one of our own, Captain. Didn't she just prove that?

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
I don't know what happened on that sphere, and neither do you, Lieutenant.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
We'll be searching for one individual among thousands of drones. But she's one of us; and I'm not about to let her go.

Borg Queen:
We are Borg.

Seven of Nine:
I am an individual!

Borg Queen:
You're only repeating their words. You sound like a mindless automaton.

Borg Queen:
You've changed. Your exo-plating, your ocular implant. They've taken you apart; and they've recreated you in their own image. Hair, garments. But at the core, you are still mine.

Seven of Nine:
The Borg have changed as well. I expected re-assimilation, not conversation.

Borg Queen:
I see they've also given you a sense of humor.

Seven of Nine:
My humor is my own.

Borg Queen:
Spoken like a true individual.

Seven of Nine:
I am Annika Hansen, Human.

Borg Queen:
I remember Annika. Does she remember us? She wasn't afraid. Why are you?

Borg Queen:
We won't turn you into a drone. You're much too valuable to us with your individuality intact. But you've left humanity behind. Try to abandon their petty emotions as well. Fear... anger... vanity... They've corrupted you. But the damage can be repaired.

Borg Queen:
We want you to be our eyes. Let us see Humanity.

Borg Queen:
We don't want another drone. We want you.

Seven of Nine:
I will resist.

Borg Queen:
I know.

Borg Queen:
Stop resisting. Take pleasure in this.

Seven of Nine:
I will not take pleasure in the destruction of a race!

Borg Queen:
Human sentiment. Compassion, guilt, empathy - they're irrelevant.

Seven of Nine:
Not to me.

Borg Queen:
"Me"? There is no 'me'. There is only 'us'. One mind.

Seven of Nine:
My thoughts are my own.

Borg Queen, Seven of Nine:
[respectively] Our thoughts are one.

Annika Hansen:
Are we gonna be a-simulated?

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[of the Hansens] I agree their methods were unorthodox, but... that's been true of most great explorers.

The Doctor:
Most explorers don't take their four-year-old daughter along for the ride.

Seven of Nine:
You attacked us. You murdered my family!

Borg Queen:
We did no such thing. We gave them perfection.

[one Borg steps forward into the light]

Seven of Nine:
[aghast] Papa...?

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
What's running through that collective mind of yours? You've got thousands of species to choose from, billions of individuals. Why Seven of Nine? You should've assimilated us while you had the chance.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Let her go, or I'll give the order to fire.

Borg Queen:
You would be destroyed as well, along with your crewman.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Better than being one of you!

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Seven, shut down that field.

Borg Queen:
Don't listen to her. She's poisoned your thoughts long enough.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
[to Seven] I'm giving you an order!

Borg Queen:
One order, one voice! Insignificant!

Borg Queen:
Seven of Nine - be efficient.

Borg Queen:
Congratulations.

Seven of Nine:
Regarding?

Borg Queen:
Assimilation is complete.

Seven of Nine:
300,000 individuals have been transformed into drones. Should they be congratulated as well?

Borg Queen:
They should be. They've left behind their trivial, selfish lives, and they've been reborn with a greater purpose. We've delivered them from chaos into order.

Seven of Nine:
Comforting words. Use them next time instead of "Resistance is futile". You may elicit a few volunteers.

Borg Queen:
We believed you would be an asset to us. We were wrong. You are weak.

Seven of Nine:
The Borg believed I was unique, that I understood Humanity. They were obviously mistaken.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
How so?

Seven of Nine:
I've betrayed the crew of Voyager, threatened you with assimilation. I did not expect you to return for me.

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Looks like you still have a few things to learn.

[last lines]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Sweet dreams.

Annika Hansen:
Will it hurt to be a drone?

The Doctor:
In my preparatory report to the away team, I recall mentioning to you that Klingons lacked an enzyme for metabolizing this planet's vegetation. Have you been... naughty?

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
I had one small salad.

The Doctor:
So impetuous. Any sharp pains?

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
No.

The Doctor:
Heartburn?

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
I guess so.

The Doctor:
There's nothing like a heart that burns.

Mahatma Ghandi:
Men and women should refrain from enjoying each other. By that I mean to say, even their mutual glances must be free of all suggestion of carnality.

Lord Byron:
Free of passion? One might as well be free of humanity.

[while examining Torres' body, the Doctor gets very close to her]

The Doctor:
Uh-huh... Mmm... Does that feel... good?

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres:
Doctor - unless you want me to knock you into the middle of the next millennium, you'd better back off.

[the Doctor has developed a dark personality]

The Doctor-Darkling:
Watch your tongue - or I'll remove it.

The Doctor:
I think I'm detecting a reaction to your recent break-up with Mr. Neelix. The Mahatma would recommend a cold bath. Simplistic, but no doubt effective.

Zahir:
My course is as elusive as a shadow across the sky.

[Mikhal saying]

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
So, what are you up to, Doc?

The Doctor-Darkling:
[curtly] Work.

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
Yeah, never ends, does it? I guess that mobile emitter turned out to be something of a mixed blessing, huh?

Kes:
What do you want?

The Doctor-Darkling:
What everybody wants - just a little... excitement.

Kes:
Where're we going?

The Doctor-Darkling:
Wherever the winds of space carry us.

[the Doctor-Darkling studies his subroutines on a screen]

The Doctor-Darkling:
Look! It's me. But it's also him. "What is the nature of the medical emergency?" What a hollow excuse for a life - servile, pathetic, at the beck and call of any idiot who invokes his name. The thought of him sickens me.

The Doctor-Darkling:
There's not enough room inside for both of us. One must die. I deserve to exist, more than your Doctor does.

Kes:
Why?

The Doctor-Darkling:
I was born of the hidden, the suppressed. I am the dark threads from many personalities.

Kes:
The historical characters?

The Doctor-Darkling:
None of whom could face the darkness inside, so they denied me, suppressed me, frightened of the truth.

Kes:
What truth is that?

The Doctor-Darkling:
That darkness is more fundamental than light, cruelty before kindness, evil more primary than good, more deserving of existence.

Kes:
Why does it bother you so much when I call you 'Doctor'? You said he was inside you, that he was unconscious. Why are you so afraid of him?

The Doctor-Darkling:
I fear nothing! No one! But he... repulses me.

Kes:
Why?

The Doctor-Darkling:
Because he's as weak as the rest of you. He fails to understand the power of his own holographic nature. He is detestable.

The Doctor-Darkling:
I am beyond considerations of wrong and right. Behavioral categories are for the weak, for those of you without the will to define your existence, to do what they must, no matter who might get harmed along the way.

[the Doctor-Darkling threatens to throw Kes down a precipice]

Kes:
When I walked in on you on the holodeck, you could have killed me, knocked me unconscious.

The Doctor-Darkling:
I needed a hostage!

Kes:
You said you were taking me for my own good, to prevent me from making the wrong decisions. You said I was naive and needed your help. That's not what you say to a hostage. In your own way you've been trying to protect me.

The Doctor-Darkling:
I won't accept that!

Kes:
You've twisted and suppressed all that's good inside of you, but it's still there.

The Doctor-Darkling:
No! I won't hear this anymore!

Kes:
You can't deny it!

The Doctor-Darkling:
Watch me!

[grabs Kes and plunges with her into the precipice]

[overtired, Kes hands Janeway a report]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
An all-nighter, Kes?

Kes:
Uh, Captain?

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
The fine art of putting off an important task till the very last minute, then rushing through it. In my Academy days, I was the acknowledged master.

[Kes tells the Doctor about her impressions of the Mikhal Travelers]

The Doctor:
In my opinion, you've become far too infatuated with these Travelers. From the away team reports, they seem afflicted with terminal wanderlust, risk-taking thrill-seekers with no responsibility to the ideals of exploration. In short - bad news.

Kes:
I want complication in my life.

The Doctor-Darkling:
The flesh is weak, Kes. Never forget that.

The Doctor:
Would somebody care to tell me exactly what we're all doing here? And why I'm wearing these ridiculous clothes?

Ensign Harry Kim:
Kim to bridge. We got them. And the Doctor seems to be back to normal.

[Security is keeping the Doctor at bay with phasers]

The Doctor:
Put those down before someone gets hurt and I have to clean up the mess.

The Doctor:
The next time I want to enrich myself, I'll download a good book.

[last lines]

The Doctor:
I swear this oath by Apollo Physician, by Asclepius, by Health... and by all the gods and goddesses. In whatsoever place that I enter, I will enter to help the sick and heal the injured. And I will do no harm.

B'Elanna Torres:
Let me access your controls.

Tom Paris:
I thought you'd never ask.

B'Elanna Torres:
Welcome to the worst day of my life.

Tom Paris:
Why is it we have to get beamed into space in environmental suits before I can initiate first contact procedures?

B'Elanna Torres:
Why is it that if we're alone for more than thirty seconds, you start thinking about contact?