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Vorik:
I hope
she isn't too upset with me.
Doctor:
With Lieutenant Torres, upset is a
relative term. |
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Doctor: For
such an intellectually enlightened race, Vulcans have a
remarkably Victorian attitude about sex. |
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Doctor:
The Vulcan brain never ceases to amaze me. |
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Paris:
I tried to stop her from leaving, but she got very
hostile and ...bit me.
Chakotay: She bit you?
Paris: And she seemed to be enjoying it in a
Klingon sort of way. |
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Paris:
Are you telling me I'm impossible to resist?
Torres: I wouldn't go that far. |
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Torres:
You've never been hard to get, Tom.
Paris: Well, I'm making an exception.
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Paris:
I hope someday you'll say that to me and mean it. |
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Paris:
So, this is the part where you throw heavy objects at
me?
Torres: Maybe later. |
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Torres:
Well, what are you doing?
Paris: Enjoying myself? |
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Paris:
You're afraid that your big, scary Klingon side might
have been showing. Well, I saw it up close and you know,
it wasn't so terrible. In fact, I wouldn't mind seeing
it again someday...
Torres: Be careful what you wish for, Lieutenant. |
