SCIENTIFIC METHOD

Paris: What could I say? Sorry, Captain, I've got a date with B'Elanna?

Doctor: Your body is crying out for mercy.
Janeway: It certainly is right now.

Torres: Sounds like you see a future in this.
Paris: I would never be so presumptuous.
Torres: Smooth recovery, Lieutenant.

Janeway: You two have been making enough of a public display that half the ship is gossiping about it.
Torres: Believe me, that wasn't our intention...
Janeway: You are senior officers and I expect you to maintain a standard for the rest of the crew, but this adolescent behavior makes me question my faith in you both. If you choose to pursue a relationship, that's your business. But you consider yourselves under orders to use better judgment about it. Is that understood?

Chakotay: Do you smell something strange?
Neelix: I'm afraid that's me.

Neelix: I still have my home on Voyager, my friends.
Chakotay: Your hair.

Janeway: You are security chief. Don't 13 department heads report to you everyday?
Tuvok: Yes.
Janeway: Well, straighten them out.
Tuvok: Shall I flog them as well?

Janeway: Who are you and what the hell are you doing to my crew?

Alzen: There's been a great difference of opinion about how much more strain you can bear.
Janeway: Not much.

Janeway: This ends now.

Janeway: I never realized you thought of me as reckless, Tuvok.
Tuvok: A poor choice of words. It was clearly an understatement.

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