Janeway: I trust your intentions, Ensign, but your actions are going to need a little more justification.
Doctor: Another patient snatched from the jaws of death.
Doctor: I've never considered dreams as a diagnostic tool before.
Paris: Is this the standard welcome home reception?
Eliann: You can't fight genetics.
Kim: I can try.
Eliann: If there's anything that your Taresian genes have given you, it's a sense of duty and loyalty.
Kim: My loyalty is to my crew and my family back home.
Kim: Sometimes I wish I could be more bold, confident with women...more like you.
Paris: Like me? You might want to reconsider that, Harry. There could be prison time involved.
Kim: So how does it feel to be a grandfather?
Paris: A lot better than it does to have you for a son-in-law.
Kes: It's as though I came into existence at the moment of my own death with any memories. I've been living my life backwards ever since jumping progressively to earlier moments in my life accumulating memories and experiences as I go. Your past has become my future.
Kes: If there's one thing this experience has taught me, Captain. It's that there's no time like the present.
Torres: You're not going to learn anything from these lollipops.
Doctor: Hello, I'm.....home.
Doctor: I have analyzed the situation and come up with a solution. There should be no more problems.
Paris: You make it sound like you're treating a patient. I'm not sure you can diagnose and treat a family.
Jeffrey: This whole meeting is a Vulky idea.
Paris: This may save us all from Neelix's pleeka rind casserole after all.
Janeway: We'll all thank you for that.
Doctor: I shut down the program. I'm not going back.
Paris: Maybe you should think about that, Doc.
Doctor: I couldn't begin to face it. It was too difficult.
Paris: I guess all of us would avoid that kind of pain if we could. But most people don't have that choice.
Doctor: Well, fortunately I do.
Paris: Is it so fortunate? You created that program so you could experience what it's like to have a family...the good times and the bad. You can't have one without the other.
Doctor: I fail to see why not.
Paris: Well, think about what's happened to us here on Voyager. Everyone left people behind and everyone suffered a loss but look how it's brought us all closer together. We've found support here and friendship and we've become a family in part because of the pain we share. If you turn your back on this program, you'll always be stuck at this point. You'll never have the chance to say goodbye to your daughter or to be there for your wife and son when they need you and you'll be cheating yourself of the chance to have their love and support. In the long run, you'll miss the whole point of what it means to have a family.
Gegen: Hmm...he seems to be at a loss for words.
Paris: BYOB
Torres: What?
Paris: Bring your own bat'leth.
Chakotay: Do you always harpoon the local wildlife?
Haluk: Where do you come from?
Janeway: Apparently we're from the same place you are. Earth.
Odala: We are not immigrants !! I will not deny 20 million years of history and doctrine just because one insignificant Saurian has a theory.
Chakotay: I know from the history of my own planet that change is difficult. New ideas are often greeted with skepticism, even fear. But somtimes those ideas are accepted. And when they are, progress is made...eyes are opened.
Chakotay: Deny that past and you deny the struggle and achievements of your ancestors. Deny your origins on Earth and you deny your true heritage.
Chakotay: Eyes open.
Torres: I'm forthright. I speak my mind. That's very different from being hostile.
Kim: Very different.
Torres: And if someone described me that way they'd be way off the mark, wouldn't they?
Kim: Way off.
Torres: Then why do you look like you're afraid for you life?
Doctor: Welcome to sickbay. Take a number.
Chakotay: How do you like your first day as Chief of Security, Ensign?
Lang: It's everything I dreamed of, sir.
Chakotay: Who says there's no room for advancement on this ship.
Chakotay: The two of us aren't going to win this so we might as well make life as difficult for the Nyrians as we can. Sabotage everything you can get your hands on.
Taleen: Welcome to your new home.
Janeway: I'm not particularly interested in being welcomed.
Doctor: Then I can begin my new career as a medical tricorder.
Doctor: Frankly, I'm getting tired of this.
Torres: Holograms don't get tired.
Paris: I would have thought all that hot Klingon blood would have kept you warm.
Torres: Shows how much you know about Klingons. They have much less tolerance for the cold than Humans do.
Paris: Really? I thought that was Cardassians.
Torres: No, they just complain about it more.
Torres: You can't give me orders. We're the same rank.
Paris: I am a bridge officer and I have seniority.
Torres: Oh yeah, by about 2 days.
Paris: You will keep moving or do I have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out?
Torres: Don't even try it.
Tuvok: ....You on the other hand are still adapting to your duties of first officer. Under the circumstances I believe my time would be better spent assisting you in your effort to justify the trust the captain has placed in you.
Janeway: You've just threatened the wrong woman, Chakotay.
Janeway: Apparently you didnt account for Belanna's exceptional computer skills.
Tuvok: Or her somewhat excessive curiosity.
Janeway: With all due respect Mr. Tuvok, loosen up.
Torres: Artistic differences?
Tuvok: I would hardly call Mr. Paris's ideas artistic.
Paris: I could add a steamy love scene between the Starfleet con officer and the Maquis engineer.
Torres: Oh, that's realistic.
Paris: You should never have crossed her, Tuvok.
Tuvok: She has been dead for over a year. There would have been no way to predict this turn of events.
Paris: I guess we should have known Seska wouldn't let a little thing like death stop her from getting even.
Janeway: If Seska can rewrite Tuvok, maybe I can rewrite Seska.
Paris: So, Tuvok, anything in the Dictates of Poetics about how to escape from a ship of insane holograms?
Tuvok: Seska is not the only one who knows how to cause a phaser malfunction.
Paris: Better to ride the rapids than face the hive.
Janeway: We'll do everything in our power to avoid a direct confrontation, but if and when we do engage the Borg I'm confident that we'll be ready. I have faith in each and every one of you. Let's do it.
Janeway: This day was inevitable. We all knew it and we've all tried to prepare ourselves for the challenge ahead. But at what point is the risk too great? At what point do we come about and retreat to friendly territory? Could the crew accept living out the rest of their lives in the Delta Quadrant? I'm looking to all these captains... my comrades in arms. But the truth is...I'm alone.
Chakotay: If that moment comes, we'll face it together and we'll make the right decision. You're not alone Kathryn.
Janeway: Three years ago, I didn't even know your name. Today I can't imagine a day without you.
Tuvok: Curious.
Chakotay: That's not the word I had in mind.
Kes: It's not the Borg that we should be worried about...it's them.
Doctor: In essence, Mr Kim is being eaten alive.
Doctor: Resistance in this case is far from futile.
Janeway: Fight it, Harry. That's an order.
Janeway: I'm not ready to walk out onto the bridge and tell the crew we're quitting. I can't do it, Chakotay...not yet.
Janeway: We just need the courage to see this through to the end.
Chakotay: There are other types of courage. Like the courage to accept that there are some situations beyond your control. Not every problem has an immediate solution.
Chakotay: I think you're struggling to justify your plan because your desidre to get this crew home is blinding you to other options. I know you, Kathryn. Sometimes...you don't know when to step back.
Janeway: I've made my decision. Now...do I have your support?
Chakotay: You're the Captain. I'm the first officer. I'll follow your orders. But that doesn't change my belief that we're making a fatal mistake.
Janeway: Then I guess I'm alone after all. Dismissed.
Janeway: Do you have a better idea?
Seven: We are Borg.
Tuvok: I take that as a yes.
Seven: You are individuals. You are small and you think in small terms
Tuvok: How did you obtain this information?
Seven: We are Borg.
Tuvok: Naturally.
Seven: If we transported 500 drones onto your vessel do you believe you could offer sufficient resistance?
Janeway: We'd die trying.
Torres: You still got a tendril up your nose.
Janeway: You have to make this work. I want you to make this work. Get this crew home.
Chakotay: I'm not turning this ship around. You're getting what you wanted. I suggest we part ways amicably.
Seven: 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: 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.
Janeway: The doctor brought me up to speed but he couldn't tell me what I really wanted to know. Why?
Janeway: You never trusted me. You never believed this would work. You were just waiting for an opportunity to circumvent my orders.
Chakotay: Trust had nothing to do with it. I made a tactical decision.
Janeway: So did I.
Janeway: It's too late for opinions. It's too late for discussion. It's time to make the call and I'm making it...
Janeway: There are two wars going on. The one out there and the one in here. And we're losing both of them.
Chakotay: It will be your undoing.
Janeway: What?
Chakotay: Our conflicted nature, our individuality. Seven of 9 said we lacked the cohesion of a collective mind...that one day it would divide us and destroy us. And here we are proving her point.
Janeway: I'll tell you when we lost control of this situation...when we made our mistake. It was the moment we turned away from each other. We don't have to stop being individuals to get through this. We just have to stop fighting each other.
Janeway: We're going to war.
Janeway: Bridge to Chakotay. Scorpion.
Chakotay: I want you to know that disobeying your orders was one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do.
Janeway: I understand and I respect the decision you made even though I disagree with it. What's important is that in the end we got through this together. I don't ever want that to change.
Chakotay: Agreed.
Tuvok: Perhaps she is experiencing an after effect of some kind.
Doctor: A reasonable diagnosis...for a security officer.
Doctor: If you think there's a risk, Mr. Tuvok, you can throw one of your little force fields around the chamber.
Tuvok: A prudent security measure...for a doctor.
Doctor: If a patient told me not to treat them, even if the situation were life threatening I would be ethically obligated to honor that request.
Janeway: This is no ordinary patient. She may have been raised by Borg...raised to think like a Borg. But she's with us now. Underneath all that technology she's a human being whether she's ready to accept that or not. And until she is ready, someone has to make the decisions for her. Proceed with the surgery.
Doctor: Nice work, Kes. Unconventional, but effective.
Torres: Can you also recall the way it looked before you turned it into a Borg circus?
Seven: Yes.
Janeway: Well, now that the pleasantries are over... why don't you get to work?
Kim: I guess the Borg meet a lot of people, don't they?
Janeway: I've got an Ocampan who wants to be something more and a Borg who's afraid of becoming something less. Here's to Vulcan stability.
Seven: So this is human freedom.
Janeway: You lost the capacity to make a rational choice the moment you were assimilated. And until I'm convinced that you've gotten it back, I'm making the choice for you.
Seven: Then you are no different than the Borg.
Janeway: You've lived most of your life here. Voyater has been your home and you've been a vital part of this family. Oh, I'm going to miss you.
Kes: My gift to you.
Janeway: Where are we?
Paris: 9.5 light years from where we just were.
Janeway: She's throw us safely beyond Borg space. Ten years closer to home.
Seven: Red.
Janeway: What?
Seven: The child you spoke of. The girl. Her favorite color was red.
Paris: Be careful.
Torres: The bottom line is I don't want her working in Engineering.
Chakotay: The bottom line is I'm giving you an order and you're going to follow it, Lieutenant.
Torres: Whatever you say sir.
Torres: Tell me something...when you hear about people like the Caatati, do you have any feelings of remorse?
Seven: No.
Seven: Guilt is irrelevant.
Torres: It was ridiculous meaningless, posturing. Honor, dishonor. What does it matter?
Torres: Welcome to the worst day of my life.
Torres: Let me access your controls.
Paris: I thought you'd never ask.
Paris: Why is it that we have to get beamed into space in environmental suits before I can initiate first contact procedures?
Torres: Why is it that if we're alone for more than 30 seconds, you start thinking about first contact.
Paris: That is not fair. The other day in Engineering I must have gone 4 minutes before I started thinking about it.
Seven: I am unaccustomed to deception. Among the Borg, it was impossible. There were no lies, no secrets.
Paris: I wish I had known you then.
Torres: You'd have hated me.
Paris: I can't imagine a time when I wouldn't have found you fascinating.
Torres: I'm feeling kind of groggy.
Paris: Oxygen deprivation.
Torres: And you're lowering it?
Torres: Today... the Day of Honor... is the day I'm going to die.
Paris: Flattery won't get you any more oxygen.
Paris: I'm glad the last thing I'll see is you.
Torres: I've been a coward about everything...everything that really matters. I'm going to die without a shred of honor. And for the first time in my life, that really bothers me3. So, I have to tell you something. I have to tell you the truth.
Paris: The truth about what?
Torres: I love you. Say something.
Paris: You picked a great time to tell me.
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