Ensign Vorik: I have always had great respect for B'Elanna. I hope she isn't too... upset with me.
The Doctor: With Lieutenant Torres, "upset" is a relative term.
[the Doctor is studying information about the Klingons]
The Doctor: There's a copious amount of information in the cultural database about their mating practices. Did you know that fracturing a clavicle on the wedding night is actually considered a blessing on the marriage?
Captain Janeway: As a matter of fact, I didn't.
The Doctor: I'm planning to do a comparative study of all these mating rituals. It really is fascinating.
[Janeway looks at him quizzically]
The Doctor: ...from a socio-biological point of view.
The Doctor: For such an intellectually enlightened race, Vulcans have a remarkably Victorian attitude about sex.
Lieutenant Tuvok: That is a very Human judgment, Doctor.
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: You don't know how strong... how hard it is... to fight this... urge!
Lieutenant Tom Paris: Are you telling me that I'm impossible to resist?
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: I wouldn't go that far.
Lieutenant Tom Paris: So - this is the part where you throw heavy objects at me?
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: Maybe later.
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: If anyone is gonna smash your arrogant little face in, I will!
Lieutenant Tom Paris: They'll tear each other to pieces!
Lieutenant Tuvok: The risk of injury seems preferable to the certainty of dying from a chemical imbalance.
Lieutenant Tuvok: Lieutenant Torres is out of contact on the planet.
Ensign Vorik: Then I'll find her. B'Elanna needs me, and I need her.
Lieutenant Tuvok: It is a far more sensible strategy to get her safely back to Voyager, and then decide on the proper resolution.
Ensign Vorik: The resolution must be that we become mates. It is only logical!
Lieutenant Tuvok: Lieutenant Torres has never been a great follower of logic.
Lieutenant Tuvok: There is nothing logical about the pon farr. It is a time when instinct and emotion dominate over reason. It cannot be analyzed by the rational mind nor cured by conventional medicine. Anyone who has experienced it understands that it must simply be followed to its natural resolution.
[Paris and Torres in a mating fight]
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: Well, what're you doing?
Lieutenant Tom Paris: Enjoying myself?
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: Then show it!
[after Torres has been cured of her pon farr, she is playing down the incident]
Lieutenant Tom Paris: Yeah, I know, you're afraid that your big, scary Klingon side might've been showing. Well, I saw it up close. And you know, it wasn't so terrible. In fact, I wouldn't mind seeing it again someday.
[Paris orders the turbolift to resume, and Torres gets off on the next level]
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: Careful what you wish for, Lieutenant.
The Doctor: You seem... much improved.
Ensign Vorik: Yes. Your holodeck therapy was very effective. I must compliment you on an innovative solution.
The Doctor: I'm pleased to hear that. This could be a viable alternative for space-faring Vulcans! When we get back, I'm sure Starfleet Medical will...
[Vorik gives him a stern look]
The Doctor: ...never hear about your personal experiences from me.