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Paris:
"I'm already
doing a job...for the Federation." |
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Stadi: "Do you
always fly at women at warp speed, Mr. Paris?"
Paris: "Only when they're in visual range." |
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Quark:
"I do carry a select line of unique artefacts and
gemstones indigenous to this region. Why, quite
recently, I acquired these Lobi crystals from a very
strange creature called a Morn."
Kim:
"We were warned about the Ferengi at the Academy." |
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Kim:
"What was that all about?"
Paris:
"It's a long story Harry, and I'm tired of telling it.
I'm sure someone around here will tell you before long." |
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Janeway:
"Mister Kim, at ease before
you sprain something." |
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Paris:
"Frankly, I think it was tougher on my father than it was
on me. Look, I know those guys told you to stay away
from me. And you know what? You ought to listen to 'em.
I'm not exactly a good luck charm."
Kim:
"I don't need anyone to choose my friends for me." |
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Kim: "Captain,
if these sensors are working, we're over seventy
thousand light years from where we were." |
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Doctor: "Please
state the nature of the medical emergency." |
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Janeway:
"You're speaking to a member
of my crew. I expect you to treat him with the same
respect as you would have me treat a member of yours." |
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Caretaker:
"Oh, well, now. Aren't you contentious for a minor
bipedal species?"
Janeway:
"This minor bipedal species doesn't take kindly to being
abducted." |
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Tuvok:
"That would not be an accurate perception, Captain.
Vulcans do not worry." |
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Janeway:
"Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation starship
Voyager."
Neelix: "A very impressive title. I have no idea
what it means, but it sounds very impressive." |
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Tuvok:
"I suggest we proceed to your quarters. Perhaps you would
care for a bath." |
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Torres:
"We weren't sick until we met
your caretaker." |
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Neelix:
"I must admit, I haven't had access to a food rebel er,
er, er, replicator before."
Tuvok: "I'd never have guessed." |
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Jabin:
"Ocampa? She is Ocampa. Why
would you be interested in such worthless creatures?
They live only nine years. They make worthless servants." |
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Doctor:
"That's enough. This is a
sickbay, not a conference room. Visiting hours are over.
Everyone except my patient is to leave immediately."
Janeway: "Computer, end Medical Holographic
Program." |
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Paris:
"Yeah? But on the other hand, if I save your butt your
life belongs to me. Isn't that some kind of Indian
custom?"
Chakotay:
"Wrong tribe." |
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Paris:
"Isn't there some Indian
trick where you can turn yourself into a bird and fly us
out of here?" |
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Torres:
"Who is she to be making decisions for all of us?"
Chakotay: "She's the captain." |
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Janeway:
"We're alone in an uncharted part of the galaxy.
We've already made some friends here and some enemies.
We have no idea of the dangers we're going to face, but
one thing is clear. Both crews are going to have to work
together if we're to survive. That's why Commander
Chakotay and I have agreed that this should be one crew.
A Starfleet crew. And as the only Starfleet vessel
assigned to the Delta Quadrant, we'll continue to follow
our directive to seek out new worlds and explore space.
But our primary goal is clear. Even at maximum speeds,
it would take seventy five years to reach the
Federation, but I'm not willing to settle for that.
There's another entity like the Caretaker out there
somewhere who has the ability to get us there a lot
faster. We'll be looking for her, and we'll be looking
for wormholes, spatial rifts, or new technologies to
help us. Somewhere along this journey, we'll find a way
back. Mister Paris, set a course - for home." |
