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Doctor/Seven of Nine: "I assimilated
species from one side of the galaxy to the other. I'll say this for
the Borg: they certainly do travel!" |
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Doctor/Seven of Nine: "Never play "hard to
get" with a hologram!" |
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Doctor/Seven of Nine: "It is a food
replicator."
Ranek: "Can it be used to make bio-weapons?"
Doctor/Seven of Nine: "Not unless you count Mr. Neelix's
Bolian souflee." |
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Doctor:
"Ranek summoned me to the Bridge under the pretext of a little "star
gazing". What he really wanted was to use my face as a tongue
depressor." |
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Paris:
"Your neurotransmitters aren't absorbing the medication."
Tuvok: "Can you increase the dosage?"
Paris: "Not without causing damage to your neocortex. The Doc
might be able to synthesize a stronger medicine, but..."
Tuvok: "I'll make the best of the situation until he
returns."
Paris: "I do have one area of expertise that might help. The
holodeck."
Tuvok: "I am a married man."
Paris: "It's the holodeck, Tuvok. It doesn't count."
Tuvok: "Is that what you tell your wife?"
Paris: "No, of course not. My days of rescuing slave girls
from Planet Ten are history. Look, you have photographs of your
wife, right? The computer can use them to create a replica. You
wouldn't be breaking your vows if it's a hologram of your wife." |
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T'Pel:
"As it was in the dawn of our days, as it will be for all tomorrows.
To you, my husband, I consecrate all that I am."
Tuvok: "T'Pel, my wife. From you I receive all that I am."
T'Pel: "As it was in the beginning, so shall it be now."
Tuvok: "Two bodies, one mind." |
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Neelix:
"There you are, Commander! A person with your condition really ought
to be in bed!" |
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Doctor/Seven of Nine: "Mmm! I had no idea
that eating was such a sensual experience. The tastes, the textures,
feeling it slide down Seven's esophagus, it's, it's exquisite!"
Kim: "They're prison rations. My uniform probably tastes
better!" |
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Doctor:
"I'm afraid the role of 'spy' wasn't written into my program. I was
forced to improvise."
Seven of Nine: "You 'improvised' your way through an entire
cheesecake as well as three servings of Ktarian chocolate puffs! Now
I have to suffer the consequences." |
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Seven of
Nine: "And the massage you got from
Lieutenant Jaryn?"
Doctor: "Entirely therapeutic!"
Seven of Nine: "You became sexually aroused in my body!" |
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Doctor:
"There are many women who would appreciate an attractive man like
you. I'm just not one of them." |
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Seven of
Nine: "Perhaps time will pass more easily
if we disable his vocal processor." |
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Doctor:
"When I look at this I don't see a mere cell, I see the potential
for literature and art, empires and kingdoms!"
Seven of Nine: "Perhaps your visual subroutines are
malfunctioning." |
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Kim:
"I won't even ask what you had to do to get this!"
Doctor/Seven of Nine: "Nothing un-ladylike, I assure you!" |
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Doctor:
"What about the wine? It doesn't exactly... agree with you."
Seven of Nine: "If I become sick I won't have far to go." |
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