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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." |
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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." |
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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." |
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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." |
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Houston Control:
"Roger that, and go ahead."
Neil Armstrong: "That's one small step for man, one
giant leap for mankind." |
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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." |
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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?" |
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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." |
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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." |
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