Tom Paris: Paris to sickbay. It's time.
The Doctor: Remain calm, Mr. Paris. Can she stand?
[Tom looks at B'Elanna, who is putting on her dressing gown without rush]
Tom Paris: Affirmative.
The Doctor: Then I suggest you report to sickbay.
Tom Paris: Right.
[Tom gets up and is about to leave their quarters in his pajamas]
Tom Paris: What about B'Elanna?
The Doctor: Her too.
Lana: Joe has a real flair for romantic gestures.
Tom Paris: 'Joe'?
The Doctor: I-I... I decided I couldn't get married without a name.
Tom Paris: It took you 33 years to come up with 'Joe'?
The Doctor: You're experiencing false labor, Lieutenant.
Tom Paris: Again?
The Doctor: As I explained the last time, it's a common occurrence, especially among Klingons.
B'Elanna Torres: I want this thing out of me NOW!
The Doctor: Misdirected rage. Another common occurrence among Klingons.
[images are displayed of Voyager's arrival over a firework-illuminated San Francisco]
News Speaker: These should be familiar images to everyone who remembers USS Voyager's triumphant return to Earth after 23 years in the Delta Quadrant. Voyager captivated the hearts and minds of the people throughout the Federation. So it seems fitting that on this, the tenth anniversary of their return, we take a moment to recall the sacrifices made by the crew. - Corruption charges were brought...
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: Computer, end display.
[B'Elanna is in labor]
The Doctor: Try to relax, Lieutenant.
B'Elanna Torres: [groans] If you tell me to relax one more time, I'm gonna rip your holographic head off!
The Doctor: I hope you don't intend to kiss your baby with that mouth.
Captain Janeway: That baby is as stubborn as her mother.
Ensign Miral Paris: Welcome to the House of Korath, Admiral.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: I love what he's done with the place.
[one of the guards shouts at Janeway in Klingonese. Ensign Paris retorts back at him, upon which he growls and walks away]
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: What was that about?
Ensign Miral Paris: He said your demeanor was disrespectful.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: I hope you told him I didn't mean to be rude.
Ensign Miral Paris: I told him if he didn't show *you* more respect, I would break his arm.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: You are your mother's daughter.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: As they say in the Temporal Mechanics Department: there's no time like the present.
[the Borg Queen has received a virus]
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: Must be something you assimilated.
The Borg Queen: You've infected us... with a neurolytic pathogen.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: Just enough... to bring chaos to order.
Captain Harry Kim: I haven't come to one of these reunions in four years.
Sabrina Wildman: Why?
Captain Harry Kim: I've been on a deep space assignment.
Sabrina Wildman: For four years?
Captain Harry Kim: Compared to how long I was on Voyager, it seemed like a long weekend.
Commander Reginald Barclay: Ten years ago tonight, this crew returned home from the longest away mission in Starfleet history. 23 years together made you a family, one I'm proud to have been adopted by. So let us raise our glasses - to the journey.
All: To the journey.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: And to those who aren't here to celebrate it with us.
The Borg: Vessel identified. USS Voyager. We will pursue and assimilate.
The Borg Queen: Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01. It's been too long.
Seven of Nine: What do you want?
The Borg Queen: Do I need a reason to visit a friend?
Seven of Nine: We're not friends.
The Borg Queen: No. We're more than that. We're family.
Captain Janeway: I shouldn't be listening to details about the future.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: Oh, the almighty Temporal Prime Directive. Take my advice: it's less of a headache if you just ignore it.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: I don't know how you do it. All those voices talking at once. You must get terrible headaches.
[when suffering from malfunctions]
The Borg Queen: What have you done?
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: I thought we didn't need words to understand each other.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: It's *you*... who underestimated us.
Tuvok: I know you.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: That's right. I'm your friend. Kathryn Janeway, remember?
Tuvok: You're an impostor.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: No, Tuvok, it's me.
Tuvok: Admiral Janeway visits on Sunday. Today is Thursday. Logic dictates that you are not who you claim to be.
[long-range sensors have detected a high concentration of wormholes]
Captain Janeway: Any idea where they lead?
Ensign Harry Kim: Not yet, but if just one of them leads to the Alpha Quadrant...
Tom Paris: Who knows, Harry. Might take us right into your parents' living-room.
Captain Janeway: Alter course, Mr. Paris.
Captain Janeway: [to Kim] Ensign, when you speak to your mother, tell her we may need her to move the sofa.
B'Elanna Torres: I hate to sound like Harry, but we might actually make it this time.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: I've reconsidered your offer.
Korath: I thought you might.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: I'll give you the shield emitter, but not until I've inspected the device you're offering - to make sure it's genuine.
Korath: You question my honor?
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: If you were honorable, you wouldn't have changed the terms of our agreement.
[Captain Kim in the USS Rhode Island has caught up with Admiral Janeway in her shuttle]
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: Harry. And people are always saying that space is so big.
Captain Janeway: [reading from Chell's sample menu] Plasma Leek Soup? Chicken Warp Core-don Bleu?
Chakotay: If his cooking's as bad as his puns, we're in trouble.
Tom Paris: Maybe Chell should add 'Nebula Soup' to his menu.
Ensign Harry Kim: If we go to the Captain together, she'll be much more likely to approve my plan.
Tom Paris: I don't want her to approve it!
Ensign Harry Kim: Where's your sense of adventure?
Tom Paris: I left it in that nebula, and I'm not going back for it.
Ensign Harry Kim: Don't you want to find a way home?
Tom Paris: I am home, Harry.
Ensign Harry Kim: Captain Proton would never walk away from a mission like this.
Tom Paris: Captain Proton doesn't have a wife, and a baby on the way.
Captain Janeway: Sorry, Mr. Kim. You may be the Captain someday. But not today.
Captain Harry Kim: If Starfleet Command finds out I had anything to do with this, they'll demote me back to ensign.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: You worry too much, Harry. It's turning you gray.
Captain Harry Kim: The Doctor and I decided to keep things in the family.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: What about your crew?
Captain Harry Kim: I told them I needed to take you back to Starfleet Medical because you'd contracted a rare disease.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: I hope it isn't terminal.
Captain Harry Kim: No, but it has been known to affect judgment.
Chakotay: I was wondering if you'd like to get together again.
Seven of Nine: To do what?
Chakotay: Well, that all depends on your research. Would a quiet dinner be an appropriate fourth date?
Seven of Nine: Hm - I believe it would be a more suitable fifth date.
Chakotay: I'm willing to skip ahead if you are.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: You said you and the Doctor wanted to keep things in the family. But our family's not complete anymore, is it?
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: [at Chakotay's grave] Any final words of advice for your old Captain? Wait, don't tell me: I'm being impulsive. I haven't considered all the consequences. It's too risky. Thanks for the input. But I've got to do what I think is right. I know it wasn't easy living all these years without her, Chakotay. But when I'm through... things might be better for all of us. Trust me.
Captain Harry Kim: You're sure I can't talk you out of this?
[Admiral Janeway positions herself in front of him and gives him a stern look]
Captain Harry Kim: Right. Stupid question.
Captain Janeway: It's usually considered polite to introduce yourself before you start giving orders.
[at her first encounter with Admiral Janeway]
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: I've come to bring Voyager home.
Chakotay: Our chances would be good with one Kathryn Janeway on the bridge, but with two - I'd bet on this ship any day.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: Three days ago, you detected elevated neutrino emissions in a nebula in grid 9-8-6. You thought it might be a way home. You were right. I've come to tell you to take Voyager back to that nebula.
Captain Janeway: It was crawling with Borg.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: I've brought technology that'll get us past them. Oh, I don't blame you for being skeptical. But if you can't trust yourself, who can you trust?
[the Borg Queen has warned Seven that she would destroy Voyager if they were to re-enter the nebula]
Captain Janeway: It was one thing to attempt this when we thought it was a secret. But if the Borg are monitoring us...
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: There's no guarantee they won't try to assimilate Voyager even if we *don't* go back into the nebula.
The Doctor: [aside, to the Captain] Is that supposed to be reassuring?
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: I know exactly what you're thinking.
Captain Janeway: You've also become a telepath?
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: I used to be you, remember?
Captain Janeway: [from her personal log] Though I've had some strange experiences in my career, nothing quite compares to the sight of my future self briefing my officers on technology that hasn't been invented yet.
The Doctor: [to Admiral Janeway] Tell me, what other extraordinary breakthroughs am I going to make?
Captain Janeway: Doctor.
The Doctor: Sorry, Captain, but you can't blame a hologram for being curious.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: [to Captain Janeway] I used to be much more idealistic. I took a lot of risks. I've been so determined to get this crew home for so many years... that I think I forgot how much they loved being together - and how loyal they were to you. It's taken me a few days to realize it. This is your ship. Your crew. Not mine.
Tuvok: To quote Ambassador Spock: the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: [about drinking coffee] I don't know why I ever gave this up.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: Captain - I'm glad I got to know you again.
Seven of Nine: I'd prefer it if you didn't speak to me as though we're on intimate terms.
Chakotay: We *are* on intimate terms!
Tom Paris: [after another of B'Elanna's false alarms] If this keeps happening, we'll never get any sleep.
The Doctor: You think it's bad *now*?
[B'Elanna is in real labor this time]
The Doctor: Don't celebrate yet. Klingon labor sometimes lasts several days.
[B'Elanna screams and grabs his collar]
The Doctor: Of course, I'm sure that won't be the case here.
B'Elanna Torres: Let's get this show on the road.
[after the delivery]
The Doctor: Doctor to Lieutenant Paris. There's someone here who'd like to say hello.
Captain Janeway: Sorry to surprise you. Next time we'll call ahead.
[to Admiral Paris, as Voyager arrives in the Alpha Quadrant]
Captain Janeway: Thanks for your help, Admiral Janeway.
[last lines of the series]
Captain Janeway: Set a course... for home.
Ensign Harry Kim: I think it's safe to say that... no one on this crew has been more... obsessed with getting home than I have. But... when I think about... everything we've been through together - maybe it's not the destination that matters. Maybe it's the journey. 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, hear.
All: To the journey.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: I'm not really here, Your Majesty!
B'Elanna Torres: Get this thing out of me!
The Doctor: I hope you're not going to kiss the baby with that mouth!
The Borg Queen: You and I don't need words to understand each other.
[after assimilating Admiral Janeway]
[Seven kisses Chakotay spontaneously]
Seven of Nine: I've... been told that anticipation of the first kiss is often uncomfortable. I wanted to alleviate the tension.
Chakotay: That was very considerate of you. What about the second kiss?
Seven of Nine: I'd have to check the database; it may indicate...
[Chakotay kisses Seven]
Admiral Kathryn Janeway: In case you didn't notice, I outrank you, Captain.
Captain Janeway: There's got to be a way to have our cake and eat it, too.