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Neelix: "Good morning."
Janeway: "Morning"
Neelix: "Requisition reports for the week."
Janeway: "Thanks."
Neelix: "What can you tell me about the Great Wall of China?"
Janeway: "Pardon?"
Neelix: "The Great Wall of China, on Earth. Who built it?"
Janeway: "The Chinese."
Neelix: "What for?"
Janeway: "Why does anybody build a wall? To keep people out."
   
Shannon: "Five am, December 27th, 2000. I'm in the great state of Indiana, I think. I saw the world's largest ball of string this morning, and the world's largest beefsteak tomato this afternoon. It was the size of a Volkswagen. The string, not the tomato. At least Christmas is over. Oh, no."
   
Shannon: "Excuse me. I think I made a wrong turn. Is there a Millennium Gate around here?"
Passerby: "You're looking at it."
Shannon: "The sign said gas, food, lodging. I need all three.
Passerby: You won't find any of that here. Get back on the Interstate and go to exit nine."
Shannon: "I don't think I'm gong to make it."
Passerby: "Good luck."
   
Henry: "Where shall we dine tonight? Ah, how does Paris sound?"
Shannon: "It's Friday night. Can we get a reservation?"
Henry: "Well, I think I can arrange it. I know the maitre d."
Shannon: "Too bad I don't speak French."
Henry: "Well, we'll keep it to ourselves. There. To new friends.
Shannon: "And a gracious host."
Henry: "Bon appetit."
Shannon: "I wouldn't mind visiting Paris one day."
Henry: "Yes, it'd be nice."
Shannon: "You haven't been?"
Henry: "I haven't been outside Indiana. These are my travelling companions. They'll take me anywhere, anytime."
Shannon:  "It's not such a bad idea to experience the real thing every now and then."
Henry: "I prefer my books."
Shannon: "Maybe you just never had the right guide."
Henry: "Is that an offer? I could make a similar argument. Not such a bad idea to settle down every now and then."
Shannon: "Is that an offer? You're a peculiar man, Mister Janeway. Cloistered away with all your books, shutting out the world."
Henry: "Any more peculiar than exploring the Midwest in an ailing station wagon?"
Shannon: "Only slightly. Any word on my car?"
Henry: "It's got a brand new oil pan."
Shannon: "You forgot to tell me that."
Henry: "Well, we were busy today. It's parked behind the garage whenever you're ready."
Shannon: "First thing in the morning.
Henry: "Not so fast. Jason told me you promised to show him a few tricks on the computer."
Shannon: "I could use another day of rest."
Henry: "Great. Jason'll be pleased. And when you're done with him, perhaps we'll take a stroll along the Boulevard St. Germain."
Shannon: "You're making it difficult to say goodbye."
Henry: "Maybe that's the idea."
   
Houston Control: "Roger that, and go ahead."
Neil Armstrong: "That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind."
   
Kim: "It was around 2210. My uncle Jack was on a deep space mission to Beta Capricus."
Paris: "That's when deep space meant the next star over."
Kim: "And that was when they still had to go into stasis. So, Jack put his crew under as soon as they left orbit, and piloted the ship by himself for six months."
Neelix: "No contact with anybody along the way?"
Kim: "There wasn't anybody along the way. Not back then. The transmitter wasn't even subspace. It took weeks to get a message back to Earth."
Seven of Nine: "I would prefer stasis."
Paris: "Me too. That long alone, I'd probably go a little batty."
Kim: "So, six months to Beta Capricus and when they finally arrive, there's nothing there."
Neelix: "No planets?"
Kim: "No. No star, no nothing. It turns out Beta Capricus was just an EM echo of a distant galaxy."
Seven of Nine: "What was his course of action?"
Kim: "What else could he do? He turned the ship around and headed home."
Janeway: "And the crew?"
Kim: "He figured there was no reason to bother them. There's nothing to see, nothing to do. So six months later he gets back to Earth, brings everybody out of stasis, and they wake up wondering why they haven't left orbit."
Janeway: "Come in."
Doctor: "Oh. I didn't realise you were in a briefing."
Janeway: "Not at all. We're talking about our family histories"
Doctor: "Oh. This can wait. May I join you?"
Janeway: "Please."
Doctor: "I, too, come from a distinguished line."
Paris: "His cousin's an electric shaver."
Doctor: "Hardly. My programme was compiled from the most advanced holo-matrices in the Federation. My cousin was a prize-winning chess programme."
Seven of Nine: "Ensign Paris, you have yet to elaborate on your family origins."
Paris: "Well, they were a pretty ordinary bunch, salt of the earth type people. Farmers, mostly. Some planetary colonists. Ah, but there was one. He was a pilot. He flew the first orbital glider over the lower Martian plateau."
Neelix: "Mars? Your ancestor must have known the Captain's."
Janeway: "She did work on all the early Mars projects. Looks like we go way back, Mister Paris."
Paris: "What was her name?"
Janeway: "Shannon O'Donnel."
Paris: "O'Donnel. I don't think so."
Janeway: "What do you mean?"
Paris: "Well, I know all the Mars projects from the 1970s on. Unmanned, manned, who's who. There were no O'Donnels in any of them."
   
Chakotay: "Ship's status report."
Janeway: "Let me guess. The holographic engineer is having problems with her programme. Neelix, the Cardassian cook, is low on supplies. Seven of Twelve is regenerating and Captain Chakotay is doing just fine. Just wondering how they'll piece together our lives a few hundred years from now."
Chakotay: "Depends on how big the pieces are."
Janeway: "A PADD here, a Captain's log there, maybe a couple of holodeck programmes. It won't be as much to go on as we might think. I've gone through dozens of histories written about twenty first century Earth, all of them biased in one way or another. The Vulcans describe First Contact with a savagely illogical race. Ferengi talk about Wall Street as if it were holy ground. The Bolians express dismay at the low quality of human plumbing. And human historians? Exact same story. Every culture saw it a different way. So I go back to the raw material. Birth certificates, death certificates, marriage certificates, census surveys, voter registration forms, housing records, medical, employment, court records. It's all fragmented and incomplete."
Chakotay: "So, did she exist?"
Janeway: "Her name was Shannon O'Donnel. She did train to be an astronaut, but she didn't finish. She was an engineer, but never worked on the Mars missions."
Chakotay: "Did she work on the Millennium Gate?"
Janeway: "Only as a consultant."
Chakotay: "What about all the opposition you spoke of? You said she fought to get the project underway."
Janeway: "There was no opposition. In fact, the Millennium Gate was greeted with open arms by the local population. Except for one man."
Chakotay: "Henry Janeway."
Janeway: "She married him, and changed her name. But she certainly never changed history."
Chakotay: "Don't be too hard on her. She may not have known she was supposed to live up to your expectations."
Janeway: "Oh, I'll get over it. The question is, when we get back to Earth, how will I break the news to Aunt Martha?"
   
Shannon: "December 31st, 2000. Eleven fifteen pm. I've got ninety five miles of Interstate before I have to decide whether I head east or south, but those ninety five miles won't be uneventful. My guidebook tells me I'm not too far from Leonardo da Vinci's Last Supper, recreated entirely in corn. The last few days have been memorable, to say the least. I met Henry Janeway. Interesting man. Liked to talk. Unfortunately, he doesn't listen to anybody but himself. He gave me a place to stay, though. And we had dinner. In Paris, no less. He has a son. Good kid. Bright, like his father."
   
Janeway: "What's all this?"
Neelix: "It's April 22, Ancestor's Eve. It's a holiday first established, er, well, er, today, actually. With the Captain's permission."
Janeway: "Neelix."
Chakotay: "I think he's onto something, Captain. An evening of reflection in honour of those who came before."
Kim: "Here, here, Uncle Jack would approve."
Torres: "It got me out from under a warp conduit. I'm all for it."
Janeway: "I appreciate what you're trying to do, but..."
Paris: "Neelix, the gift."
Janeway: "What gift?"
Neelix: "Shannon O'Donnel Janeway, circa 2050. We did a little more research. This photograph was taken in a small park near Portage Creek, thirty eight years after the dedication of the Millennium Gate. I thought it would look nice in your ready room, on the shelf next to your desk."
Janeway: "Thank you, But I'm not so sure she has a place there any more."
Seven of Nine: "You are mistaken, Captain."
Janeway: "Oh?"
Seven of Nine: "Her life captured your imagination. Historical details are irrelevant."
Tuvok: "I concur with that analysis."
Chakotay: "If it weren't for Shannon O'Donnel, you never would have joined Starfleet."
Janeway: "Yeah, and I would have never have got you all stuck here in the Delta Quadrant."
Torres: "It gave us all time to get to know each other."
Doctor: "Time for a family portrait of our own. Everyone, gather around the Captain, please. Face the camera. Smile."
Janeway: "To family."
All: To family.
Doctor: "Another one for posterity."
Janeway: "No, no."