Star Trek: Voyager1995

Chakotay:
You smell something strange?

Neelix:
I... I'm... I'm afraid that's me. I seem to be developing Mylean sweat glands. Sorry.

Chakotay:
It's not so bad.

Neelix:
Well, whatever happens, I... I try to keep in mind that things could be worse.

[grunts heavily as he tries to lift himself onto a biobed]

Neelix:
I still have my home here on Voyager, my friends.

Chakotay:
Your hair.

Neelix:
True. But I'd gladly lose it if I could have my taste buds back.

Chakotay:
At least you're not losing your eyesight. See that display over there? It's nothing but a blur.

Neelix:
You think that's bad? The Doctor tells me my pupils have dilated 60 percent. I-I can't even look at that display, it's so bright!

Chakotay:
Yeah? Well, I've got chronic arthritis in my fingers. I can barely keep this glass steady.

Neelix:
Well, that's nothing. My spinal column is fusing together. In a matter of days, I won't be able to walk.

Chakotay:
Got you beat! I can barely walk now.