Star Trek: Voyager1995

[Kim is practicing on his clarinet, when his room neighbor, Ensign Baytart, knocks against the wall]

Ensign Harry Kim:
It's the darn fluid conduits running through the walls, they conduct sound. You'd think when they designed this thing, they would have...

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
This ship was built for combat performance, Harry, not musical performance. Nobody figured we'd be taking any long trips.

Ensign Harry Kim:
Where am I supposed to practice?

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
How about cargo bay?

Ensign Harry Kim:
Bad acoustics.

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
We could get Baytart transferred to the night shift.

Ensign Harry Kim:
[snickers] Couldn't do that - could we?

Lieutenant Tom Paris:
So now you have an excuse to give your mother why you didn't practice while you were gone.