Captain Janeway: Doctor, I forgot about you.
The Doctor: How flattering.
Tom Paris: I think I’m in trouble.
Harry Kim: What’s new?
Tom Paris: I think I’m in love.
Harry Kim: What’s new?
Tom Paris: If you hear muffled screams, consider that a request for a beam out.
Kes: On my home-world it’s much simpler. You choose a mate for life. There’s no distrust, no envy, no betrayal.
The Doctor: Your world must have very dry literature.
The Doctor: I’m a Doctor, not a counterinsurgent.
Tom Paris: Well, Harry and I wanted to explore the station. We wanted to broaden our understanding of alien cultures and…
Captain Janeway: Skip the recruiting speech, you were looking for a bar.
Seven of Nine: Fun will now commence.
Captain Janeway: Dismissed. That’s a Starfleet expression for “get out”.
The Doctor: As appealing as that sounds, I’m a doctor, not a dragonslayer.
Seven of Nine: You are individuals. You are small and you think in small terms.
Captain Janeway: There are three things to remember about being a starship captain: Keep your shirt tucked in, go down with the ship, and never abandon a member of your crew.
Seven of Nine: I understand the concept of humor. It may not be apparent but I am often amused by human behavior.
The Doctor: Please state the nature of the medical emergency.
Neelix: I will not rest until I see you smile.
Tuvok: Then you will not rest.
Captain Janeway: We’re Starfleet officers. Weird is part of the job.
Neelix: Why don’t we sing a song while we toil, hm? It’ll cheer you up. Now, I’ve been studying Vulcan music. Do you know that lovely tune that starts “Oh starless night of boundless black …”
Tuvok: That “lovely tune” is a traditional funeral dirge.
Neelix: I know. But it was the, er… the most cheerful song I could find in the Vulcan database.
Jarvin: In case you want to take over the ship, you have our full support.
Chakotay: If I ever hear you talk that way again, I will personally throw you in the brig for mutiny.
Seven of Nine: “Impossible” is a word that humans use far too often.
Captain Janeway: Mind melds… the last time I heard the words “my mind to your mind”, I had a headache for two weeks.
Seven of Nine: You will be assimilated.
Neelix: No time for that now. Maybe later.
The Doctor: Seven. Please state the nature of the medical emergency.
Seven of Nine: I have a date.