MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

Chakotay: You’re a senior officer on this ship. Act like one. Find a way to deal with her.

Doctor: When I requested more away missions, this isn't exactly what I had in mind.
Janeway: Good luck, Doctor.
Doctor: There's that word again.

EMH 2: Deactivate EMH.

Doctor: Activate EMH

EMH 2: I'm a doctor, not a commando.

Doctor: I was saving Voyager from annihilation when you were only a gleam in your programmer's eye.

Neelix: It's just a matter of perfecting the recipe. Next time I'll use a few less jaloby-nose.

EMH 2: Sex? How is that possible? We're not equipped...
Doctor: Let's just say I made an addition to my program.

Rekar: I will deactivate you unless you start answering my questions.
Doctor: If I answer them you'll very likely deactivate me anyway so I fail to see the point.

Doctor: You know you really should keep a personal log. Why bore others needlessly?

Doctor: I show good intuition. Where's the helm?

Doctor: Stop breathing down my neck!
EMH 2: My breathing is merely a simulation.
Doctor: So is my neck. Stop it anyway.

Seven: He wasn't responding to diplomacy.

Doctor: You hit the wrong ship!
EMH 2: It wasn't my fault.
Doctor: Whose fault was it? The torpedo's?

Computer: Specify attack pattern.
Doctor: Attack pattern.. alpha?
Computer: Specify target.
Doctor and EMH 2: Romulans!

Doctor: They wanted you to know you're no longer alone.
Janeway: Sixty thousand light years seems a little closer today.

Paris: I'm a pilot, Harry, not a doctor.

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