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Doctor:
"Species 8472 appears to have as many as five sexes.
Bystanders better keep their distance." |
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Doctor:
"You know I don't drink. I don't have the stomach for
it." |
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Doctor: "Here we see
how Fortress Ovum is besieged by countless little
warriors..." |
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Torres: "How the
hell do you know when we're having intimate relations?"
Seven of Nine: "There is no one on Deck 9,
Section 12 who doesn't know when you're having intimate
relations." |
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Doctor: "Don't
worry. I don't have any ligaments to tear." |
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Torres: "Then study
this. Borg provokes Klingon. Klingon breaks Borg nose. |
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Janeway: "Have you
ever considered trying it yourself? Romance, I mean." |
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Doctor: "They say
gossip travels faster than warp speed." |
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Doctor: "You're a
woman, Seven."
Seven of Nine: "Is that an observation or a
diagnosis?" |
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Doctor: "When first
contact is successful, romance quickly ensues and in the
happiest of circumstances, procreation." |
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Doctor: "Ensign
Paris whiled away a good portion of his Academy years
here. No doubt to the detriment of his scholastic
performance." |
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Doctor:
"What are your likes, your dislikes?"
Seven of Nine: "I dislike irrelevant conversation." |
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Seven of Nine:
"Remove your hand, or I will remove your arm." |
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Tomin:
"Who is that extraordinary female?"
Neelix: "Seven of Nine."
Tomin: "I want to meet her!"
Neelix: "Take a number." |
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Tomin:
"Seven of Mine!" |
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Paris:
"You're teaching Seven how to date? Ha... talk about the
blind leading the blind." |
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Paris:
"What did the counselor say to the hologram? "You're
projecting!"" |
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Tomin:
"Assimilate ME!" |
