Alpha Hirogen: You are mine now and after death.
Mademoiselle de Neuf: When the Americans arrive and the fighting begins, I don't intend to be standing next to the piano singing Moonlight Becomes You.
Baker: Just a little tete a tete with a member of the master race.
Baker: It must be important.
Bartender: All messages regarding the war are important. It's only a matter of degree.
Baker: I suppose you're right, but do you have to be so logical about everything?
Bartender: In any covert battle, logic is a potent weapon. You might try it sometime.
Hirogen: Your crew is fragile. They fall too easily.
Doctor: What did you expect? They've been stabbed, shot, beaten, phasered, and bat'lethed over the past 3 weeks.
Alpha Hirogen: Species that don't change, die.
Seven: I must discontinue this activity. I am not well.
Doctor: We've got to stop meeting like this.
Kim: You're supposed to be the finest hunters in the quadrant. Why don't you find us something a little more tasty?
Katrine: Step away or I'll kill you.
Alpha Hirogen: You circumvented our control. How?
Kim: Go to hell.
Davis: You owe me a postcard.
Miller: Take cover. Charlie One isn't known for accuracy.
Kim: You wanted a war. Looks like you got one.
Paris about Torres: Great gams. One hell of a temper.
Miller: This isn't a request. It's an order.
Janeway: An order? Does it look like I'm wearing one of your uniforms?
Davis: Bullseye. Lucky for you.
Miller: I guess my French is a little rusty.
Paris: What do you think... boy or girl?
Seven: It's a holographic projection.
Paris: Totalitarian fanatics bent on world conquest. Thee Borg of their day. No offense.
Seven: None taken.
Doctor: Don't argue with the man. Run along. I'll reattach any severed limbs just don't misplace them.
Doctor: Tally-ho.
Janeway: We'll destroy this ship before we surrender it.
Alpha Hirogen: Perhaps I should kill you and find someone who will cooperate.
Janeway: Good luck. You'll get the same response from all of them.
Seven: One day the Borg will assimilate your species despite your arrogance. When that moment arrives, remember me.
Doctor: They're Klingons, not kittens.
Janeway: Accept this trophy. You can use it to create a new future for your people or at the very least you can hang it on your bulkhead.
Chakotay to Janeway: You're a gung-ho kind of gal, aren't you?
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