Star Trek: Voyager Quotes
Pulled to the far side of the galaxy, where the Federation is 75 years away at maximum warp speed, a Starfleet ship must cooperate with Maquis rebels to find a way home.
Harry Kim: When I think about everything we've been through together, maybe it's not the destination that matters, maybe it's the journey, and if that journey takes a little longer, so we can do something we all believe in, I can't think of any place I'd rather be or any people I'd rather be with.
Tom Paris: To the journey.
Chakotay: Hear here.
Tom Paris: To the journey.
Chakotay: Hear here.
Chakotay: ...If Neelix has another Talent Night I hope you'll reprise it.
Captain Janeway: Oh no, not until certain other people take their turn, the ship's first officer, for instance.
Chakotay: Me, get up in front of people and perform? I don't think so.
Captain Janeway: Come on, Chakotay. There must be some talent you have that people would enjoy. Maybe I could stand with an apple on my head and you could phaser it off.
Chakotay: Sounds great. If I miss I get to be captain.
Captain Janeway: Oh no, not until certain other people take their turn, the ship's first officer, for instance.
Chakotay: Me, get up in front of people and perform? I don't think so.
Captain Janeway: Come on, Chakotay. There must be some talent you have that people would enjoy. Maybe I could stand with an apple on my head and you could phaser it off.
Chakotay: Sounds great. If I miss I get to be captain.
Neelix: I don't suppose you've ever heard of the Vulcan Rumarie?
Tuvok: The Rumarie is an ancient pagan festival.
Neelix: Full of barely-clothed Vulcan men and women, covered in slippery Rillan grease, chasing one another.
Tuvok: That has not been observed for a millennium.
Neelix: Well, it's time to bring it back!
B'Elanna Torres: [over the com] Lieutenant Tuvok, report to engineering.
Tuvok: Acknowledged.
[walks away]
Neelix: [shouting after Tuvok] I've been thinking of a Rumarie theme for the mess hall next week. Lots of high-fat, greasy foods, and if people want to take off their clothes and chase one another... Well, it certainly wouldn't hurt morale around here.
Tuvok: The Rumarie is an ancient pagan festival.
Neelix: Full of barely-clothed Vulcan men and women, covered in slippery Rillan grease, chasing one another.
Tuvok: That has not been observed for a millennium.
Neelix: Well, it's time to bring it back!
B'Elanna Torres: [over the com] Lieutenant Tuvok, report to engineering.
Tuvok: Acknowledged.
[walks away]
Neelix: [shouting after Tuvok] I've been thinking of a Rumarie theme for the mess hall next week. Lots of high-fat, greasy foods, and if people want to take off their clothes and chase one another... Well, it certainly wouldn't hurt morale around here.
[Dr. Zimmerman talking to his EMH]
Dr. Zimmerman: Reginald was right about you. You have exceeded the sum of your program. You've accomplished far more than I could have ever predicted. But let's face facts, you never overcame the inherent flaws in your personality subroutine. You're arrogant. Irritable. A JERK, as Counsellor Troi would say.
The Doctor: I believe she was describing you as well.
Dr. Zimmerman: Don't change the subject.
Dr. Zimmerman: Reginald was right about you. You have exceeded the sum of your program. You've accomplished far more than I could have ever predicted. But let's face facts, you never overcame the inherent flaws in your personality subroutine. You're arrogant. Irritable. A JERK, as Counsellor Troi would say.
The Doctor: I believe she was describing you as well.
Dr. Zimmerman: Don't change the subject.
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.
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.
Seven of Nine: Two hours, thirty seven minutes, thirteen seconds.
Tuvok: [puzzled look]
Seven of Nine: That's how long we've gone without verbal communication.
Tuvok: Why is that remarkable?
Seven of Nine: The doctor encourages me to engage in conversation during awkward silences.
Tuvok: Did you find the silence awkward?
Seven of Nine: No.
Tuvok: Nor did I.
Tuvok: [puzzled look]
Seven of Nine: That's how long we've gone without verbal communication.
Tuvok: Why is that remarkable?
Seven of Nine: The doctor encourages me to engage in conversation during awkward silences.
Tuvok: Did you find the silence awkward?
Seven of Nine: No.
Tuvok: Nor did I.
[after Seska is unmasked as a Cardassian spy]
Seska: I did it for you. I did it for this crew. We are alone here, at the mercy of any number of hostile aliens, because of the incomprehensible decision of a Federation captain. A Federation captain who destroyed our only chance to get home. Federation rules. Federation nobility. Federation compassion? Do you understand, if this had been a Cardassian ship, we would be home now. We must begin to forge alliances. To survive, we must have powerful friends. The Kazon-Nistrim were willing to be our protectors in return for some minor technology.
Seska: I did it for you. I did it for this crew. We are alone here, at the mercy of any number of hostile aliens, because of the incomprehensible decision of a Federation captain. A Federation captain who destroyed our only chance to get home. Federation rules. Federation nobility. Federation compassion? Do you understand, if this had been a Cardassian ship, we would be home now. We must begin to forge alliances. To survive, we must have powerful friends. The Kazon-Nistrim were willing to be our protectors in return for some minor technology.
Seven of Nine: You would deny us the choice as you deny us now. You have imprisoned us in the name of humanity yet you will not grant us your most cherished human right - to choose our own fate. You are hypocritical, manipulative. We do not want to be what you are. Return us to the Collective!
Captain Janeway: You lost the capacity to make a rational choice the moment you were assimilated. They took that from you. And until I am convinced you've gotten it back, I'm making the choice for you. You're staying here.
Seven of Nine: Then you are no different from the Borg.
Captain Janeway: You lost the capacity to make a rational choice the moment you were assimilated. They took that from you. And until I am convinced you've gotten it back, I'm making the choice for you. You're staying here.
Seven of Nine: Then you are no different from the Borg.
The Doctor: I programmed myself with the symptoms of a 29-hour Levodian flu. Thus I will gain the experience that you suggest would be beneficial to the performance of my duties.
[sneezes, and grabs a tissue]
The Doctor: Holographic tissue paper for the holographic runny nose. Don't offer them to patients.
[blows his nose]
The Doctor: Hmmm. Interesting sensation, blowing one's nose. It's my first time.
[sneezes, and grabs a tissue]
The Doctor: Holographic tissue paper for the holographic runny nose. Don't offer them to patients.
[blows his nose]
The Doctor: Hmmm. Interesting sensation, blowing one's nose. It's my first time.
Icheb: [looking at his tricorder readings after B'lanna becomes disoriented] I'm detecting another lifesign.
Seven of Nine: [looking around engineering] Where?
Icheb: Inside Lieutenant Torres, it might be a parasite.
Seven of Nine: [tapping her comm badge to contact the doctor] Seven of Nine to the doctor, I will be accompanying Lieutenant Torres to sickbay.
The Doctor: What's wrong?
Seven of Nine: I believe she's pregnant.
Seven of Nine: [looking around engineering] Where?
Icheb: Inside Lieutenant Torres, it might be a parasite.
Seven of Nine: [tapping her comm badge to contact the doctor] Seven of Nine to the doctor, I will be accompanying Lieutenant Torres to sickbay.
The Doctor: What's wrong?
Seven of Nine: I believe she's pregnant.
Harry Kim: [very mad about Paris changing his holographic date into a cow] Tom!
Harry Kim: Don't you have anything better to do?
Tom Paris: Oh, boy. She really turned on you.
Harry Kim: Ha-ha, very funny.
Harry Kim: I could have been trampled.
Tom Paris: Relax. Harry the holodeck safeties are on.
Harry Kim: All right, all right you've had her fun. Now change her back.
Harry Kim: Don't you have anything better to do?
Tom Paris: Oh, boy. She really turned on you.
Harry Kim: Ha-ha, very funny.
Harry Kim: I could have been trampled.
Tom Paris: Relax. Harry the holodeck safeties are on.
Harry Kim: All right, all right you've had her fun. Now change her back.
Tom Paris: I can't believe the Captain is allowing this. One minute you're in a coma, the next you're a born-again Klingon? I just don't get it.
B'Elanna Torres: I'm not sure I get it, either. I just know this is something I have to do.
Tom Paris: There must be an easier way for you to explore your spirituality. Go to church, or something?
B'Elanna Torres: It wouldn't be enough.
Tom Paris: Look, I'll read the scrolls, I'll learn Klingon. We'll figure this out together.
B'Elanna Torres: Next time.
Tom Paris: I just hope there is a next time.
B'Elanna Torres: There will be.
B'Elanna Torres: I'm not sure I get it, either. I just know this is something I have to do.
Tom Paris: There must be an easier way for you to explore your spirituality. Go to church, or something?
B'Elanna Torres: It wouldn't be enough.
Tom Paris: Look, I'll read the scrolls, I'll learn Klingon. We'll figure this out together.
B'Elanna Torres: Next time.
Tom Paris: I just hope there is a next time.
B'Elanna Torres: There will be.
Tom Paris: OK, everybody! Place your bets!
[holds out black top hat]
Seamus Driscol: Three bob on Liam!
[puts money in top hat]
Tom Paris: Three bob it is.
The Doctor: Five shillings on Liam.
[puts money in top hat]
Tom Paris: Awww, you'll hurt Harry's feelings.
The Doctor: Oh, very well.
[takes money from top hat]
The Doctor: Two shillings on Mr Kim and I'll pray for a miracle.
[holds out black top hat]
Seamus Driscol: Three bob on Liam!
[puts money in top hat]
Tom Paris: Three bob it is.
The Doctor: Five shillings on Liam.
[puts money in top hat]
Tom Paris: Awww, you'll hurt Harry's feelings.
The Doctor: Oh, very well.
[takes money from top hat]
The Doctor: Two shillings on Mr Kim and I'll pray for a miracle.
