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Paris: "So, you're
going to realign your sensors with Seven's? Sounds like fun!"
Kim: "Very funny." |
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Seven of Nine: "Commander
Chakotay's face became flushed as he spoke with her. What does that
signify?"
Tuvok: "I'd rather not engage in speculation.
It is a dangerous pastime." |
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Chakotay: "Is
there anything I can do for you?"
Kellin: "Can I have your pudding?"
Chakotay: "Gladly!" |
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Janeway: "This
is the moment Chakotay. Either we give her up or we fire back. What
is it?"
Chakotay: "Fire." |
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Neelix: "You
don't trust her?"
Chakotay: "Not really."
Neelix: "May I suggest that maybe it's yourself
you don't trust; your own feelings that you're afraid of.” |
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Tuvok: “What
are her skills?"
Chakotay: "Basically she was a security operative
for her people. She's a trained expert in weaponry, surveillance
and fighting skills. Any idea where she might fit in?"
Tuvok: "Mr Neelix could use an assistant in
the Messhall."
Chakotay: "Tuvok, that was a joke! Don't deny
it, you were trying to be funny!" |
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Kim: "Seven,
if you don't get it then I can't explain it to you."
Seven of Nine: "Obviously." |
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Neelix: "Commander,
I don't think you can analyse love. It's the greatest mystery of
all. No one knows why it happens or doesn't. It's a chance combination
of elements. Any one thing might be enough to keep it from igniting
- a mood, a glance, a remark. And if we could define love, predict
it, it would probably lose its power. |
