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: The Vulcan talent for stating the obvious never ceases to amaze me.
: Q! How did you find me? Female Q
: Never mind that. What are you doing with that dog?
[Q looks at the little spaniel in Janeway's arms
] Female Q
: I'm not talking about the puppy.
: Kathryn Janeway, may I present: Q. Female Q
: Not just any Q - *his* Q. Q
: We were involved, for a while. Female Q
: About four billion years.
: That two-timing toad!
[when Q disappears with Janeway
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres
: You aren't the first female who's ever had a man run out on her. Female Q
: I hope you're not comparing some failed romance in your pitiful existence to my eternal association with Q. Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres
: You know, I have really had it with this superiority complex of yours. Female Q
: It's not a complex, dear, it's a fact. Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres
: Well, here's another fact: if you don't stop pestering me, I'm never going to finish, in which case your association with Q might not be quite as "eternal" as you think.
: Tossed aside - for someone five billion years younger. If it weren't so laughable, I'd cry.
: [grabbing the female Q
] I wanna know what's going on here. Where's Captain Janeway? Female Q
: Let me go before I hurl this ship and everyone on it into the Therinian Ice Age! Commander Chakotay
: I don't think you can. Female Q
] Don't be ridiculous!
[she snaps her fingers, but nothing happens
] Commander Chakotay
: I don't know how or why, but something's affected your powers, otherwise you wouldn't still be here and you wouldn't have a bruise on your forehead. Now start talking, before *I* hurl *you* into the brig!
: [to Torres
] You know, I've always liked Klingon females. You've got such... spunk.
: There's gotta be some way to get back to the Continuum besides snapping your fingers. Female Q
: Hm... Well, there is one possibility. But somehow I don't think this rickety barge or your half-witted crew members are up to the challenge. Tuvok
: May I remind you, madam, that this rickety barge and its half-witted crew are your only hope at the moment?
: [to Paris
] You, helm boy!
: [after the mating
] I was good, wasn't I? Female Q
: Very good.