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Admiral Janeway:
"It's you who underestimated us." |
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Paris:
"My invitation must have gotten lost in subspace." |
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Borg Queen:
"You wish to ensure the well-being of your collective. I
can appreciate that." |
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Chakotay:
"Nobody can guarantee what's going to happen tomorrow,
not even an admiral from the future!" |
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Neelix:
"I haven't told anyone, but I'm thinking of asking Dexa
to marry me."
Seven of Nine: "She'd be wise to accept." |
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Kim:
"You're sure I can't talk you out of this?"
Admiral Janeway: "Right, stupid question." |
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Paris:
"Doc!"
Doctor: "Mr. Paris. Voyager's pilot, medic, and
occasional thorn in my side..." |
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Doctor:
"You can't blame a hologram for being curious." |
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Doctor:
"Can she stand?"
Paris: "Affirmative."
Doctor: "Then I suggest you report to sickbay."
Paris: "What about B'Elanna?"
Doctor: "Her too." |
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Torres:
"I want this thing out of me, now!" |
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Janeway:
"That baby's as stubborn as her mother."
Chakotay: "Harry's starting a pool to see who can
guess the actual date and time of birth."
Janeway: "Tell him to put me down for next
Friday, 23:00 hours." |
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Doctor:
"Try to relax, Lieutenant."
Torres: "Oh, if you tell me to relax one more
time I'm going to rip your holographic head off!"
Doctor: "I hope you don't intend to kiss your
baby with that mouth." |
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Paris:
"I might actually win."
Torres: "What?"
Paris: "The baby pool. Today, 1500 hours."
Torres: "I'm so glad I could accommodate you." |
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Doctor:
"Don't celebrate yet. Klingon labor sometimes lasts
several days."
Torres: "Of course, I'm sure that won't be the
case here." |
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Torres:
"Let's get this show on the road." |
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Paris:
"Joe?"
Doctor: "I decided I couldn't get married without
a name."
Paris: "It took you 33 years to come up with
Joe?!" |
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Kim: "Don't you want
to get home?"
Paris: "I am home, Harry."
Kim: "Captain Proton would never walk away from a
mission like this."
Paris: "Captain Proton doesn't have a wife, and a
baby on the way." |
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Kim:
"I think it's safe to say no one on this crew has been
more... obsessed with getting home than I have. But when
I think about everything we've been through together,
maybe it's not the destination that matters. Maybe it's
the journey, and if that journey takes a little longer,
so we can do something we all believe in, I can't think
of any place I'd rather be, or any people I'd rather be
with." |
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Tuvok:
"You're an impostor!"
Admiral Janeway: "No, Tuvok. It's me."
Tuvok: "Admiral Janeway visits on Sunday. Today
is Thursday. Logic dictates that you are not who you
claim to be." |
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Captain Kim:
"I told them I had to bring you back to Starfleet
Medical for treatment of a rare disease."
Admiral Janeway: "I hope it isn't terminal.
Captain Kim: "No, but it has been known to affect
judgment!" |
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Admiral Janeway:
"Three days ago, you detected elevated neutrino
emissions in a nebula in grid 986. You thought it might
be a way home. You were right. I've come to tell you to
take Voyager back to that nebula."
Janeway: "It was crawling with Borg!"
Admiral Janeway: "I've brought technology that'll
get us past them. Oh, I don't blame you for being
skeptical... (smiles) but if you can't trust yourself,
who can you trust?" |
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Admiral Janeway:
"And of course there's Tuvok."
Janeway: "What about him?"
Admiral Janeway: "You're forgetting the Temporal
Prime Directive, Captain."
Janeway: "The hell with it." |
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Tuvok:
"To quote Ambassador Spock; the needs of the many
outweigh the needs of the few." |
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Admiral Janeway:
"Must be something you assimilated." |
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Borg Queen:
"You've infected us...with a neurolytic pathogen!"
Admiral Janeway: "Just enough to bring chaos to order." |
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Seven of Nine:
"I would prefer it if you not speak to me as though we
are on intimate terms."
Chakotay: "We are on intimate terms!" |
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Admiral Janeway:
"What was that about?"
Miral Paris: "He said your demeanor was
disrespectful."
Admiral Janeway: "I hope you told him I didn't
mean to be rude."
Miral Paris: "I told him that if he didn't show
you more respect, I would break his arm."
Admiral Janeway: "You are your mother's
daughter." |
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Janeway:
"You know what, I shouldn't be listening to details
about the future."
Admiral Janeway: "Oh, the almighty Temporal Prime
Directive—take my advice, it's less of a headache if you
just ignore it." |
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Seven of Nine:
"What do you want?"
Borg Queen: "Do I need a reason to visit a
friend?"
Seven of Nine: "We're not friends."
Borg Queen: "No... we're more than that. We're
family." |
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Chakotay:
"Wherever I end up... I'm going to make sure it's within
transporter range of you." |
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Admiral Janeway:
"I don't know how you do it. All those voices talking at
once. You must get terrible headaches." |
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Admiral Paris:
"What the hell is it?!"
Barclay: "It's a transwarp aperture, it's less
than a light year from Earth."
Admiral Paris: "How many Borg ships?"
Barclay: "We can't get a clear reading, but the
graviton emission are off the scale."
Admiral Paris: "I want every ship within range to
converge on those coordinates, now!" |
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Janeway:
"Mr. Paris, what's our position?"
Paris: "Right where we expected to be."
Seven of Nine: "The transwarp network has been
obliterated, Captain."
Janeway: "We'll celebrate later. Mr. Tuvok?"
Admiral Paris: "Cease fire!" |
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Janeway:
"We did it." |
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Janeway:
"Thanks for your help, Admiral Janeway." |
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Janeway:
"Sorry to surprise you; next time, we'll call ahead." |
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Doctor:
"Sickbay to the bridge. Doctor to Lieutenant Paris.
There's someone here who'd like to say "Hello". |
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Janeway:
"Set a course... for home." |
