Star Trek: Voyager1995

Chakotay:
You're getting what you wanted. I suggest we part ways amicably.

Seven of Nine:
There is another option. We could assimilate your vessel.

Chakotay:
If a single drone steps one millimeter out of that cargo bay, I'll decompress the entire deck. You won't pose much of a threat floating in space.

Seven of Nine:
When your Captain first approached us, we suspected that an agreement with Humans would prove impossible to maintain. You are erratic, conflicted, disorganized. Every decision is debated, every action questioned. Every individual entitled to their own small opinion. You lack harmony, cohesion, greatness. It will be your undoing.