Seven of Nine: Fun will now commence.
B'Elanna Torres: The Borg wouldn't know fun if they assimilated an amusement park.
The Doctor: As appealing as that sounds, I'm a doctor, not a dragonslayer.
Tom Paris: When a bomb starts talking about itself in the third person, I get nervous.
Captain Janeway: Mind melds... the last time I heard the words "my mind to your mind", I had a headache for two weeks.
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.
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.
Captain Janeway: Dismissed. That's a Starfleet expression for "get out".
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.
Tom Paris: If you hear muffled screams, consider that a request for a beam out.
[Last line of the series]
Captain Janeway: Set a course for home.
[When attacked by a fleet of small ships]
Captain Kathryn Janeway: It's like being pecked to death by ducks.
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.
Captain Janeway: We're Starfleet officers. Weird is part of the job.
Tom Paris: The only Klingon I'm afraid of is my wife after she's worked a double shift.
The Doctor: The Borg: party-poopers of the galaxy.
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?
[a dying Borg drone speaks to Seven, who is visibly distressed]
Seven of Nine: You are hurting me.
One: You will adapt.
Q: You! Bar rodent!
Chakotay: You were working for her. She was working for them. Was anyone on that ship working for me?
Tuvok: You're in love with a computer subroutine?
[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.
[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.
The Doctor: You heard the man. Run along. I'll reattach any severed limbs, just don't misplace them.
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: Between impulse and action, there is a world of good taste begging for your acquaintance.
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.
The Doctor: Please state the nature of the medical emergency.
The Doctor: Please state the nature of the medical - oh, it's you.
Captain Janeway: Who wanted to muck around in the dirt when you could be studying quantum mechanics?
The Doctor: I'll complain if I want to. It's comforting.
Tuvok: Shall I flog them as well?
Chakotay: [loudly] You've made this one lousy day for me Torres.
[the captain of a Federation time-travel ship is arrested]
Lieutenant Ducane: I'm arresting you for crimes... you're going to commit.
The Doctor: I'm a Doctor, not a counterinsurgent.
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.
Seven of Nine: You are individuals. You are small and you think in small terms.
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]
Seven of Nine: I understand the concept of humor. It may not be apparent but I am often amused by human behavior.
B'Elanna Torres: You know what they say: a doctor who treats himself has a p'TaH for a patient.
The Doctor: Choose the word that would best describe your pain: burning, throbbing, piercing, pinching, biting, stinging, shooting.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Seven of Nine: "Impossible" is a word that humans use far too often.
B'Elanna Torres: Get the cheese to Sickbay.
Harry Kim: Holographic Americans are invading deck 7!
The Borg: We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.
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.
[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: I have a boyfriend that malfunctions.
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.
Harry Kim: [commenting on Paris' fighting technique] You punch like a Ferengi.
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.
The Doctor: You should know I'm a hologram and can't be bent, spindled, or mutilated, so don't bother trying.
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.
Female Q: Don't try to understand it; it's far beyond your limited ability to comprehend.
B'Elanna Torres: [to Chakotay about the Maquis] Everyone except us is dead.
Captain Janeway: Is there something wrong?
Chakotay: I wanted to talk to you about Lieutenant Paris. His attitude lately has been less than professional.
Captain Janeway: I've noticed.
Chakotay: I know crew discipline's my responsibility, but in this case I thought I should let you get involved before I took any action. In a way, Paris has been your personal reclamation project.
Captain Janeway: I appreciate your bringing this to my attention, Commander, but I trust you to handle the problem any way you see fit.
Tom Paris: [while ordering tomato soup from a replicator in the Mess Hall Tom sees Harry at a table with the ship's original doctor and first officer Cavit and when he moves over to join them Cavit and the Doctor get up and leave] There, you see? I told you it wouldn't take long.
Harry Kim: Is it true?
Tom Paris: Was the accident my fault? Yes, pilot error. But it took me awhile to admit it.
[Tom tries some of the soup but it tastes revolting]
Tom Paris: Oh, 14 varieties and they can't even get plain tomato soup right.
Harry Kim: [Harry steers the conversation back to the matter at hand] They said you falsified reports.
Tom Paris: That's right.
Harry Kim: Why?
Tom Paris: What's the difference? I lied.
Harry Kim: But then you came forward and you admitted that it was your fault?
Tom Paris: I'll tell you the truth, Harry. All I had to do was keep my mouth shut and I was home free. But I couldn't. The ghosts of those three dead officers came to me in the middle of the night and taught me the true meaning of Christmas. So, I confessed. Worst mistake I ever made but not my last. After they cashiered me out of Starfleet I went out looking for a fight and found the Maquis. And on my first assignment, I was caught.
Harry Kim: It must have been especially tough for you, being the son of an admiral.
Tom Paris: Frankly, I think it was tougher on my father than it was on me.
[Tom gets up to leave]
Tom Paris: Look, I know those guys told you to stay away from me. And you know what? You oughta' listen to them. I'm not exactly a good luck charm.
Harry Kim: I don't need anyone to choose my friends for me.
Tuvok: Vulcans do not smile.
Tuvok: Vulcans do not dance.
[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!
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]
The Doctor: Holographic tissue paper for the holographic runny nose. Don't offer them to patients.
[blows his nose]
The Doctor: 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.
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]
The Doctor: Two shillings on Mr Kim and I'll pray for a miracle.
The Borg: You have entered grid 9-2 of subjunction 12. Proceed.
Seven of Nine: [Janeway and Seven are behind a forcefield on the bridge of the Dauntless, an alien ship disguised as a Starfleet vessel with Arturis, their deceiver at the helm] Where are you taking us?
Arturis: [without turning around] Home.
Captain Janeway: How'd you create the Starfleet Bridge? Holograms?
Arturis: Particle synthesis. Beyond your understanding.
Captain Janeway: Is this what your people do? Prey on innocent ships?
Arturis: Innocent? Typical of Captain Janeway... self-righteous.
Captain Janeway: [that gives Janeway pause for thought] If I've offended you or your people in some way... please tell me.
Arturis: [wheeling around] Diplomacy, Captain? Your diplomacy destroyed my world!
Captain Janeway: [aghast] What? What are you saying?
Arturis: [slowly approaches them both] You negotiated an agreement with the Borg Collective - safe passage through they're space... and in return, you helped them defeat one of they're enemies.
Seven of Nine: Species 8472.
Arturis: In your colourful language, yes... Species 8472.
[back to Janeway]
Arturis: Did it ever occur to you that there were those of us in the Delta Quadrant with a vested interest in that war?
[months of suppressed anger now comes pouring out of him]
Arturis: Victory would have meant annihilation of the Borg... but you couldn't see beyond the bow of your own ship!
Captain Janeway: In my estimation, Species 8472 posed a greater threat than the Borg.
Arturis: Who were you to make that decision? A stranger to this quadrant!
Captain Janeway: There wasn't exactly time to take a poll - I had to act quickly.
Arturis: My people managed to elude the Borg for centuries. Outwitting them... always one step ahead. But in recent years, the Borg began to weaken our defences... they were closing in... and Species 8472 was our last hope to defeat them. You took that away from us! The outer colonies were the first to fall. 23 in a matter of hours. Our sentry vessels tossed aside... no defence against the storm... and by the time they had surrounded our star system... hundreds of Cubes... we had already surrendered to our own terror. A few of us managed to survive. 10... 20,000. I was fortunate. I escaped with a vessel. Alone... but alive.
[pointing at Seven but still talking to Janeway]
Arturis: I don't blame them. They were just drones... acting with they're collective instinct. You... you had a choice!
Captain Janeway: [more sympathetic now] I'm sorry for what happened to your people but try to understand... I couldn't have known.
Arturis: It took me months to find you. I watched... and waited for my opportunity to make you pay for what you'd done. Then, the Starfleet message... and I knew that you're selfish desire to get home would surface again. That I could lure you to this vessel... that I could see to it that you'd all be assimilated and spend the rest of eternity as Borg. I was hoping to get your entire crew... but I'll settle for the two of you.
[he returns to the helm]
Arturis: In a matter of hours, this ship will return to my homeworld... inside Borg space.
Seven of Nine: When that happens, you will be assimilated as well.
Arturis: That's irrelevant.
Arturis: This is what you wanted all along, isn't it... to go back to your Collective? You should thank me.
[focuses all his attention on piloting the Dauntless now, oblivious to a worried Janeway and a pensive Seven]
Neelix: [broadcasting to the whole crew] Good morning, Voyager. I want to tell you about a friend of mine. I first met this man almost a year ago, and to tell you the truth, I didn't like him much. He seemed a little too cocky, little too sure of himself. A lot of people had questions about him. He'd proven he'd pretty much sell himself out to the highest bidder, go wherever the wind blew him. So, people wondered... could you trust this person when things got tough? Would he stand side by side with you, or would he let you down, when you needed him most? But the fact of the matter is - he proved himself right from the beginning. I wouldn't be alive right now if it weren't for him... and the same goes for many of you. It took me a while to realise it. Like a lot of people, I was too caught up in first impressions to see the truth that was right in front of me. I overlooked his bravery because I was focusing on his brashness. I ignored his courage because I saw it as arrogance. And I resented his friendliness because I mistook it for licentiousness. So, while this man was giving us his best every minute of every day, I was busy judging him. And now, he's leaving. I'm proud to say that in spite of my narrow-mindedness, Thomas Eugene Paris became my friend. I'm gonna' miss him. No more laughs over a game of pool. No more sitting up into the wee hours swapping stories. No more complaints about my cooking. Goodbye, Tom. I think I speak for more of us than you might imagine when I say you're gonna leave an empty space when you go. I hope you find what you're looking for.
B'Elanna Torres: [while in the Mess Hall] Its the pylon again. Every time we get close to crossing the threshold... the subspace torque rips the nacelle off the shuttle.
Harry Kim: What about a duranium alloy? We could try using it to reinforce...?
B'Elanna Torres: No, I've thought about that already. It's too brittle.
Neelix: [Neelix comes over to they're table, which is covered with technical PADD's] More coffee?
[they all lift they're mugs]
Neelix: Ah... you look like a happy bunch.
Harry Kim: We've hit a wall.
Neelix: Oh, well... maybe I can help?
Tom Paris: Great! You know anything about quantum warp theory or multispectral subspace engine design?
Neelix: No, but I'm a quick study.
[takes a seat]
Neelix: What are we working on?
B'Elanna Torres: [she thinks this problem is out of Neelix's league] Do you have anything to eat?
Neelix: Er, sure. There are some Kalavian biscuits somewhere in the kitchen.
B'Elanna Torres: I guess I'll go find them myself.
B'Elanna Torres: Fill em' in.
Harry Kim: [clears his throat, trying to phrase this delicately] Neelix, it would take too long to...
Neelix: What are you saying? I'm not smart enough? I'll have you know I did two years as an engineer's assistant aboard a Trabalean freighter. I'm well versed in warp theory.
Tom Paris: Ok. Ok. We'll tell you. We're trying to break the maximum warp barrier.
Harry Kim: Nothing in the universe can go warp 10 - it's a theoretical impossibility. In principle, if you were ever to reach warp 10, you'd be travelling at infinite velocity.
Neelix: Infinite velocity? Got it! So... that, that means... very fast?
Tom Paris: [that is an understatement] It means that you would occupy every point in the universe simultaneously. In theory, you could go any place in the wink of an eye. Time and distance would have no meaning.
Harry Kim: If Voyager achieved warp 10... we could be home in as long as it takes to push a button.
Neelix: Wow! And you're working on this?
Tom Paris: We discovered a new form of dilithium in the asteroid field we surveyed last month. It remains stable at a much higher warp frequency.
Harry Kim: The problem is... every time we simulate crossing the transwarp threshold... the nacelles get torn off the ship.
Neelix: I remember there was a time when I lost a warp nacelle going through a dark matter nebula.
Tom Paris: This is a very different problem.
Neelix: I realise that. I'm just using it as an example. As the ship went through the nebula, it sent out a dark matter bow wave. Eventually, so much pressure built up it tore the nacelle from its housing. Now, maybe the same thing is happening to you?
[that's got Tom thinking about something]
Harry Kim: No, the simulations don't indicate any kind of subspace stress in the nacelles.
Tom Paris: Wait a minute. What about the shuttle itself?
Harry Kim: What do you mean?
Tom Paris: [getting excited] Maybe we've been looking in the wrong place? What if the nacelles aren't being torn from the ship? What if the ship is being torn from the nacelles?
Harry Kim: The hull of the shuttle is made of tritanium alloy. At the speeds we're talking about... that alloy could depolarise...
Tom Paris: ...and create a velocity differential. The fuselage would be travelling at a faster rate of speed than the nacelles.
Harry Kim: [Tom's enthusiasm is catching] That means we just have to set up a depolarisation matrix around the fuselage.
Tom Paris: That's it! Neelix, you're a genius!
[they both give Neelix a pat on the back before leaving the Mess Hall]
Neelix: [to himself] I have no idea what they just said.
[Neelix passes B'Elanna on his way back to the kitchen, taking a biscuit from the tray she's holding, leaving her wondering what went on while she was gone]