Paris: Be careful.
Torres: The bottom line is I don't want her working in Engineering.
Chakotay: The bottom line is I'm giving you an order and you're going to follow it, Lieutenant.
Torres: Whatever you say sir.
Torres: Tell me something...when you hear about people like the Caatati, do you have any feelings of remorse?
Seven: No.
Seven: Guilt is irrelevant.
Torres: It was ridiculous meaningless, posturing. Honor, dishonor. What does it matter?
Torres: Welcome to the worst day of my life.
Torres: Let me access your controls.
Paris: I thought you'd never ask.
Paris: Why is it that we have to get beamed into space in environmental suits before I can initiate first contact procedures?
Torres: Why is it that if we're alone for more than 30 seconds, you start thinking about first contact.
Paris: That is not fair. The other day in Engineering I must have gone 4 minutes before I started thinking about it.
Seven: I am unaccustomed to deception. Among the Borg, it was impossible. There were no lies, no secrets.
Paris: I wish I had known you then.
Torres: You'd have hated me.
Paris: I can't imagine a time when I wouldn't have found you fascinating.
Torres: I'm feeling kind of groggy.
Paris: Oxygen deprivation.
Torres: And you're lowering it?
Torres: Today... the Day of Honor... is the day I'm going to die.
Paris: Flattery won't get you any more oxygen.
Paris: I'm glad the last thing I'll see is you.
Torres: I've been a coward about everything...everything that really matters. I'm going to die without a shred of honor. And for the first time in my life, that really bothers me. So, I have to tell you something. I have to tell you the truth.
Paris: The truth about what?
Torres: I love you. Say something.
Paris: You picked a great time to tell me.
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