Neelix: I will not rest until I see you smile.
Tuvok: Then you will not rest.
Doctor: DNA doesn't know how to lie, Lieutenant.
Tuvok: Why did you kill him, Mr. Suder?
Suder: No reason.
Tuvok: That is not a satisfactory answer. You must have had some motive.
Suder: I didn't like the way he looked at me.
Paris: I didn't think Starfleet would have a problem with it.
Chakotay: With a senior officer running a gambling operation and skimming profits from each day's proceeds. Now why would Starfleet have a problem with that?
Paris: Now there's a tough job.... filling out reports. but somebody's got to do it.
Suder: In a way, a mind-meld is almost an act of violence, isn't it? Penetration, your will disolving mine, the joining. It seems to me that a mind-meld might be fatal if you lost control.
Tuvok: You are not invulnerable, hologram. A few well chosen commands to the computer and you will cease to exist.
Suder: To execute me... I see.... and calling it that makes it more comfortable for you.
Suder: We both know that I am prepared to die but are you prepared to kill?
Janeway: Could Seska be responsible?
Torres: No, Captain. I am.
Chakotay: I expect everyone to show up for meetings on time and properly dressed.
Paris: Yes, sir.
Torres: Chakotay looked at me -- I didn't know him very well then-- and all he said in that damned soft voice of his was that I'd hurt him. That he thought he had earned my trust and loyalty.
Paris: I didn't like his attitude.
Torres: Was he right about your reports?
Paris: We're in the Delta Quadrant. Nowhere near Starfleet...what difference...? Yeah, he was right. I'm the one whose been wrong. Wrong about a lot of things.
Kellan: Your reputation precedes you, Captain. We've been told that you've threatened many races since your arrival in this quadrant.
Dreadnought: Although this vessel is Cardassian in design, it has been appropriated by the Maquis. Please stand down your weapons.
Janeway: You stand down your weapons and I'll stand down mine.
Paris: When a bomb starts talking about itself in the third person, I get worried.
Torres: So when I was just over there and you shut yourself off... you were lying to me?
Dreadnought: Acknowledged.
Dreadnought: The probability of being in the Delta Quadrant, 75,000 light years from last known location, is neglible.
Kellan: You would sacrifice yourselves to benefit a people ou didn't even know two dayus ago?
Janeway: To save two million lives? That's not a hard decison.
Paris: Captain, thanks for everything.
Tuvok: It is logical have a second-in-command in case you are injured and unable to complete the mission, Captain. I request permission to remain.
Janeway: Permission granted.
Torres: Who would have thought two years ago, after all those weeks we spent together, perfecting your program, that we'd end up out here, trying to kill each other.
Q2: I die not for myself, but for you.
Q: Is this a ship of the Valkyries, or have you human women finally done away with your men altogether?
Q: Facial art...oooh...how very wilderness of you.
Q2: And you can't take me by force. I'll stalemate you for eternity if I have to!
Janeway: The hell you will! The vaunted Q Continuum! Self-annointed guardians of the universe! How dare you come aboard this ship and endanger this crew with you personal tug of war!
Q: Did anyone ever tell you you're angry when you're beautiful?
Q: My, my, now I guess we get to find out whether the pants really fit.
Tuvok: Have the Q always had an absence of manners? Or is it the result of some natural evolutionary process that comes with omnipotence?
Q: I call myself to the stand.
Q: Ta-dah!!
Both Q's: Oh...Vulcans.
Q: With Q there would have been no William T. Riker and I would have lost at least a dozen opportunities to insult him over the years.
Janeway: Based on my research, you have been many things... a rude, interfering, inconsiderate sadistic..
Q: You've made your point.
Janeway: Pest. An oh, yes...you introduced us to the Borg, thank you very much. But one thing you have never been is a liar.
Q: I think you've uncovered my one redeeming virtue. Am I blushing?
Quinn: I've was even the scarecrow for awhile.
Janeway: Why?
Quinn: Because I hadn't done it.
Q: Oh, we've all done the scarecrow. Big deal.
Q: I'm a born-again Q.
Q: May I see you in your chambers, Captain?
Janeway: You've been in my chambers enough for one visit, sir.
Danara: You're a computer simulation?
Doctor: An incredibly sophisicated computer simulation.
Danara: They were just being nice.
Doctor: Irritating, isn't it?
Chakotay: If you have a problem, I'd like to know what it is.
Paris: Yeah, I've got a problem. My problem is you.
Chakotay: Sometimes I'm not going to agree with your suggestions, but making decisions is part of being a leader. Maybe someday you'll understand that.
Paris: Being a leader also means knowing when to give your people a little leeway and let them be creative. We might as well put this ship on autopilot for all the freedom you give me to do my job.
Chakotay: I didn't come here for a lecture from you on how to do my job.
Kes: Romance is not a malfunction.
Doctor: Romance is not part of my programming.
Kes: Your program is adaptive, isn't it?
Doctor: Yes
Kes: Then I'd say it's adapting.
Doctor: By the way, Danara, I wanted to tell you, I'm romantically attracted to you and wanted to know if you felt the same way.
Doctor: Mr. Paris, I assume you've had a great deal of experience being rejected by women.
Danara: It's not easy to feel good about yourself when you're used to living your life like that.
Kes: Danara, I can't pretend to know what your life's been like. But I do know there's nothing sadder than a missed opportunity.
Paris: I think you scared her off.
Doctor: I did?
Paris: Your approach is all wrong.
Doctor: What would be the right approach?
Paris: Women like romance. They want men to make an effort, take them someplace special.
Denara: What is it that we're supposed to be doing?
Doctor: I believe it's called parking.
Paris: So when should I report back for duty?
Chakotay: When you decide to take your job seriously, we'll discuss it. But right now, you're dismissed
Paris: Get your hands off me.
Janeway: Mr. Tuvok, please escort Mr. Paris to the brig.
Denara: I'd rather live two more days like this -- with you -- than go on for who knows how long, wasting away a piece at a time.
Doctor: Nothing could ever change the way I feel about you. Not a few scars...not some diseased skin. Nothing.
Doctor: I'm a doctor, not a performer.
Neelix: When did you make this decision?
Paris: Truthfully? About a minute and a half after I set foot on this ship a year ago.
Neelix: 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, a little too sure of himself. A lot of people had questions about him. He had 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 realize 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 going to miss him. No more laughs over a game of pool. No more sitting up until 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.
Paris: Hello, Seska. You're looking radiantly maternal.
Seska: So Lt. Tom Paris was just a pretense.
Paris: No. No, it was me trying very hard to be someone I finally couldn't be.
Seska: I never liked you, Tom. I didn't trust you. I don't trust you now.
Paris: I can assure you the feeling is mutual.
Janeway: Get him up here, now.
Janeway: There has been a spy aboard Voyager, but it isn't Tom Paris.
Tuvok: Lt. Paris is, in fact, part of our plan.
Chakotay: Plan?
Chakotay: Are you saying that Paris's insulting behavior-- the gambling, being late for duty, mouthing off at me-- was all a ruse?
Chakotay: In other words, you didn't trust me.
Janeway: Commander, the simple fact is we needed a good performance. I'm afraid we used you to help Tom provide it. And you did a damn good job.
Neelix: Well, I'm going to have plenty of material for tomorrow's Briefing With Neelix.
Paris: I'd like to apologize to anyone I might have offended--especially Commander Chakotay. I gave him a pretty hard time. Not that it wasn't a certain amount of fun, mind you.
Doctor: Push, Ensign.
Wildman: You push, damn it. I'm sick of pushing.
Paris: This is ridiculous. It's been seven hours. How long does it take to deliver a baby.
Janeway: As long as it takes, Mr. Paris.
Tuvok: I have learned that pregnancy and patience go hand in hand.
Janeway: I'm not sure if I should be welcoming it on board or apologizing. Voyager isn't exactly anyone's idea of a nursery. And the Delta Quadrant isn't much of a playground.
Chakotay: My father had a saying, Captain. Home is wherever you happen to be.
Janeway: I'm in no mood to donate any organs today.
Janeway: I just saw myself cross the bridge and enter that turbolift. It was very faint. Almost like a ghost image. And I looked like hell.
Janeway: Captain, this isn't an illusion. What you're seeing is real, but it's going to take some explaining.
Janeway: The lives of both crews are at stake here. I can't make unilateral decisions that might affect that other ship.
Janeway: Rig another one, Ensign. I'm going with her.
Janeway2 (from undamaged ship): You're going to self destruct your ship.
Janeway: What makes you say that?
Janeway2: Because that's what I would do if your Voyager were intact and my Voyager were crippled, my crew wounded or dead. I'd sacrifice my ship so that yours could survive.
Janeway: This is my ship and my decision.
Janeway2: Captain, I'm not going to let you....
Janeway: I've made my decision. Please don't make me call security and have you escorted off my ship, because... you know I'll do it.
Janeway: I don't suppose there's any way I can change your mind. I know how stubborn you can be.
Tuvok: One could say that you were both the doubter and the doubted.
Doctor: I am programmed to be heroic when the need arises. By the way, Ensign, this other doctor, did he have a name?
Kim: This really isn't my ship--and you're not really my captain. And yet, you are and there's no difference. But I know there's a difference. Or is there? It's all a little weird.
Janeway: Mr. Kim, we're Starfleet officers. Weird is part of the job.
Janeway: Sometimes you have to go in blind. That's the exciting part.
Chakotay: I very proudly made the traditional gesture for hello, not realizing that males and females of their race use different styles of movement and I was actually propositioning the ambassador.
Alcia: May this day find you at peace and leave you with hope.
Elani: I don't want to stay here anymore. I don't like it here.
Tuvok: Your displeasure doesn't change our situation, nor does it bring us any closer to a solution.
Doctor: We don't often receive such distinguished guests here unless there's been some sort of accident. I'm... sure nothing unfortunate will happen to you on your visit here.... but if it does you can rest assured you will find yourself in very capable hands.
Doctor: Was it something I said?
Corin: Tuvok, do you have any children?
Tuvok: Yes, four children.
Corin: What are they like?
Tuvok: Well-behaved.
Elani: If Vulcans don't feel anything, does that mean you don't love them?
Tuvok: My attachment to my children cannot be described as an emotion. They are part of my identity. And I am imcomplete without them.
Tuvok: It is illogical for a society to kill its own children.
Tuvok: I never understood the practice in some cultures of describing ferocious creatures in an attempt to lull children to sleep.
Tressa: I'm scared.
Tuvok: We often fear what we do not understand. Our best defense if knowledge.
Tuvok: I cannot protect you from the natural conclusion of life, nor would I try. Vulcans consider death to be the completion of a journey. There is nothing to fear.
Tressa: My only regret is leaving my family, my grandson. You remind me of him sometimes.
Tuvok: You will still be with them in their thoughts. As you will be in mine.
Clown: You're like me. A little of this and a little of that.
Clown: A virus. A virus. He thinks I am a virus.... Well, perhaps I'll be a virus today...Achoo.
Janeway: All we have to do now it to decide how to negotiate with...an emotion.
Janeway: When fear holds you hostage, how do you make it let go?
Viorsa: You'll leave hope behind after a few months of this.
Kim: This is not reality. It's an illusion.
Clown: When your only reality is an illusion, then illusion is a reality.
Kim: Like the man said, the only thing you have to fear is fear itself.
Doctor: Excuse me. You're not holding that properly
Clown: How am I supposed to negotiate if I don't know what you're thinking?
Doctor: I have a very trusting face.
Clown: Who is she to tell me what I have to do?
Doctor: She's the one out there with the "off" switch in her hand.
Kim: I would rather die than spend the rest of my life in here with you.
Janeway: If we can't remove the hostages from the environment, then we might be able to remove the environment from the hostages.
Janeway: I've know fear. It's a very healthy thing most of the time. You warn us of danger, remind us of our limits, protect us from carelessness. I've learned to trust fear
Clown: Finally, someone who appreciates me. Am I blushing?
Janeway: I'm not Captain Janeway.
Clown: Could have fooled me.
Janeway: I'm afraid I did.
Clown: What will become of me?... of us?
Janeway: Like all fear, you eventually vanish.
Clown: I'm afraid.
Janeway: I know.
Clown: Drat.
Neelix: It's an exhilarating day, isn't it?
Tuvok: As you well know by now, Mr. Neelix. I do not experience exhilaration.
Neelix: You're acting more Tuvokian than usual this morning.
Tuvok: I am who I am, Mr. Neelix. It is impossible for me to be more or less like myself.
Tuvok: Do you think you could possibly behave a little less like yourself?
Kim: Identify yourself.
Tuvix: I'm Lieutenant Tuvok.... and I'm Neelix.
Doctor: He possesses Tuvok's knowledge and expertise. He also possesses Tuvok's irritating sense of intellectual superiority and Neelix's annoying ebullience. I would be very grateful if you would assign him tosome duty...any duty...somewhere else.
Tuvix: Sex !
Janeway: I beg your pardon?
Tuvix: All right, everybody out.
Hogan: On whose authority?
Tuvix: Chief of Security or Head Chef...take your pick.
Chakotay: How'd you fix it so quick?
Tuvix: I had a hunch.
Chakotay: There's an old axiom: The whole is never greater than the sum of its parts. I think that Tuvix might be disproving that notion.
Kes: It's funny. If something happened to Tuvok...if Neelix were here, he'd be the first person to comfort me and if I lost Neelix, Tuvok would be the first person to guide me spiritually. Now I don't have either of them.
Tuvix: Captain Janeway tells me there's a place for me on this ship. But I can't help feeling like some sort of imposter.
Janeway: Most people would say his writing is cold... analytical... detached. But I've always found it to be conside..efficient..thoughtful.
Janeway: I know that someday I may have to accept that he's not part of my life anymore.
Paris: We've created a monster.
Doctor: There's nothing to worry aoubt. We've accounted for every variable.
Tuvix: Except one. I don't want to die.
Janeway: So at what point did he become an individual and not a transporter accident?
Tuvix: Look at me, Captain. When I'm happy, I laugh. When I'm sad, I cry. When I stub my toe, I yell out in pain. I'm flesh and blood. And I have the right to live!
Tuvix: Each of you is going to have to live with this. And I'm sorry for that, fo you are all good, good people...my colleagues.. my friends. I forgive you.
Doctor: I will not take Mr. Tuvix's life against his will.
Janeway: Very well, Doctor. Please step aside.
Janeway: Mr. Tuvok, Mr. Neelix....it's good to have you back.
Neelix: The morale of the crew will suffer if we leave them behind.
Tuvok: Not if, Mr Neelix. When, we leave them behind.
Tuvok: I am not certain what it is you expect me to do, Lieutenant.
Paris: I guess clearly something you can't do. Which is to feel as rotten about this as we do.
Tuvok: You are correct that I am unable to experience that emotion. Nevertheless, I fail to see what the benfit would be.
Janeway: Maybe you should call me Kathryn.
Chakotay: Give me a few days on that one, okay?
Janeway: This is Kathryn Janeway. I've never liked saying goodbye, so I'll make this brief. But I want you all to know that serving as your captain has been the most extraordinary experience of my life. No captain can ask for more than what this crew has given...bravery, compassion and strength in character. But I think what I'll miss most is the fun...the times we joked together, the games on the holodeck. I'll remember the laughter more than anything. Although Commander Chakotay and I won't be with you for the rest of your journey, we know you'll be the same steadfast crew for Mr. Tuvok as you have been for us. We wish you a safe and speedy journey home. Our thoughts will be with you. Janeway out.
Tuvok: Thank you, Captain, Commander. I am sure I speak for the entire crew when I say we will always remember your grace and courage. And on a personal note, I would like to add that it has been a honor serving with you. Live long and prosper.
Chakotay: Why do you have to see it as defeat? Maybe it's simply accepting what life has dealt us...finding the good in it.
Tuvok: Ensign, you are relieved of duty. Leave the bridge at once or I will have you put in the brig.
Kim: Sir, I think you should know how many peole on this ship disagree with you. Everyone I talk to thinks we should give this a try.
Tuvok: The people you talk to do not have the responsibility of commanding this vessel. I do. The safety this crew is paramount, and I must do whatever I can to ensure that safety.
Kim: But if we're willing to take the risk in order to help the Captain...
Tuvok: Ensign, I'm going to say this once and once only. If you ever question my orders again, you will be relieved of duty permanently. The next words I expect to hear from you are "yes, sir".
Kim: Yes. Sir.
Chakotay: I can't sacrifice the present waiting for a future that may never happen.
Kes: I didn't know how I'd get through the rest of my life without him. But then I started working with you, and I did not miss him so much anymore.
Tuvok: I am honored by the comparison.
Tuvok: If you are suggesting that I am not sensitive to the situation, nothing could be further from the truth. I have lost a valued friend. I am not immune to the effects of that loss.
Kes: Then try to imagine what it's like for those of us who feel things deeply.
Tuvok: None of you can appreciate what it means to be in command of a ship until that responsibility rests squarely on your shoulders as it does on mine. It has been suggested that I take an action which would require me to disobey an order and knowingly put this crew in a life threatening situation. In general, I believe it demonstrates faulty leadership to be guided by the emotions of a distraught crew. However, as captain, I must not ignore the sensibilities of those I command. We will contact the Vidiians. This is my decision and mine alone. You will all be absolved of responsibility in the matter. I will accept any consequences which may ensue.
Janeway: I think we need to define some parameters...about us.
Chakotay: I'm not sure I can define parameters... but I can tell you a story. An ancient legend among my people about a angry warrior who live his life in conflict with the rest of his tribe. A man who couldn't find peace, even with the help of his spirit guide. For years, he struggled with his discontent, but the only satisfaction he ever got came when he was in battle. This made him a hero among his tribe. But the warrior still longed for peace withing himself. One day he and his war party were captured by a neighboring tribe led by a woman warrior. She called on him to join her, because her tribe was too small and weak to defend itself form all its enemies. The woman warrior was brave and beautiful and very wise. The angry warrior swore to himself that he would stay by her side, doing whatever he could to make her burden lighter. From that point on, her needs would come first. And in that way, the warriror began to know the true meaning of peace.
Janeway: Is that really an ancient legend?
Chakotay: No. But it made it easier to say.
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