The Doctor: Someday, this cytoplasmic matrix may fall into the primordial sea of a distant world, where it could ignite an evolutionary process. Eons from now, a creature not unlike you could emerge, look up at the stars and ask: "Who am I? How did I come to be?" It's the miracle of creation, Seven. Doesn't that excite you?
Harry Kim: [referring to the Doctor] I don't know if I can take three more days of chasing comets with him.
Seven of Nine: The time might pass more easily if we disable his vocal processor.
[the Doctor has been downloaded into Seven's matrix and taken control of her body]
The Doctor/Seven of Nine: I had no idea that eating was such a... sensual experience! The tastes, the textures, feeling it slide down Seven's esophagus, it's... it's exquisite!
Harry Kim: They're prison rations! My uniform probably tastes better.
Ranek: [pointing at a replicator] This device. What does it do?
The Doctor/Seven of Nine: That's a standard food replicator.
Ranek: Can it be used to create bio-weapons?
The Doctor/Seven of Nine: Not unless you count Mr. Neelix's Bolian soufflé.
The Doctor/Seven of Nine: [sniffing the air] I knew Seven's senses were more acute than the average humanoid, but... I had no idea...
The Doctor/Seven of Nine: [sniffing at Kim] It's you!
Harry Kim: It's been a busy day. I guess I'm perspiring a little.
The Doctor/Seven of Nine: A little?
[the Doctor sniffs his/Seven's wrist]
The Doctor/Seven of Nine: Seven's had a busy day, too, and she's come through it smelling like the proverbial rose.
Lt. Jaryn: Is something wrong?
The Doctor/Seven of Nine: Ranek summoned me to the bridge under the pretext of a little stargazing. What he really wanted was to use my face as a tongue depressor!
[after forcing Janeway to deactivate all holodecks, the Lokirrim captain demands to subject Voyager to inspection]
Captain Kathryn Janeway: We're both reasonable people. I suggest a compromise. Your vessel will escort us through Lokirrim territory. That way, you can keep an eye on us, make sure we don't reactivate our holodecks. The other alternative is, we destroy your ship.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: Sometimes diplomacy requires a little saber rattling.
[Seven has been separated from the Doctor, not happy with his behavior]
The Doctor: I was trying to get information. Sometimes a... a glass of wine can... loosen the tongue.
Seven of Nine: *One* glass. That doesn't excuse the other eight.
The Doctor: I'm afraid the role of 'spy' wasn't written into my program. I was forced to... improvise.
Seven of Nine: You "improvised" your way through an entire cheesecake, as well as three servings of Ktarian chocolate puffs. Now I have to suffer the consequences.
The Doctor: These last few days have been a revelation. Feeling your lungs fill with air, the surge of adrenaline through your veins. Until I spent a day in your skin, I never knew what I was missing.
Seven of Nine: You may have been better off not knowing.
T'Pel: [hologram] As it was in the dawn of our days, as it will be for all tomorrows. To you, my husband, I consecrate all that I am.
Tuvok: T'Pel, my wife. From you I receive all that I am.
T'Pel: [hologram] As it was in the beginning, so shall it be now.
Tuvok: Two bodies, one mind.
The Doctor: When I look at this, I don't see a mere cell. I see the potential for literature and art, empires and kingdoms!
Seven of Nine: Perhaps your visual subroutines are malfunctioning.
Harry Kim: We're prisoners on an alien ship, Voyager has no idea we're missing, and the Doctor's been decompiled!
The Doctor/Seven of Nine: The reports of my... decompilation have been greatly exaggerated.
Harry Kim: [stares at her] Doc?
The Doctor/Seven of Nine: Please state the nature of the medical emergency!
[Ranek has made a pass at 'Seven', much to the Doctor's displeasure]
Ranek: I didn't mean to offend you. It's just, I've never met a woman like you before.
The Doctor/Seven of Nine: It's because there are no women like me!
The Doctor/Seven of Nine: Never play 'hard to get' with a hologram.
Chakotay: They may be in more trouble than we thought.
[after learning about the Doctor's/Seven's joined identity]
The Doctor/Seven of Nine: You starship captains are all alike. You can stare down the barrel of a phaser cannon, but you can't stomach a simple medical exam.
Tom Paris: I do have one area of expertise that might help: the holodeck.
Tuvok: I am a married man.
Tom Paris: It's the holodeck, Tuvok, it doesn't count!
Tuvok: Is that what you tell your wife?
Tom Paris: No, of course not. My days of rescuing slave girls from Planet 10 are history.
[Tuvok has overcome his pon farr with the help of Paris and his holographic wife]
Tuvok: I have fully recovered. Thank you for your assistance.
Tom Paris: Ah, don't mention it. I just hope everything was okay?
Tuvok: Not exactly. My wife's ears are four millimeters shorter than your facsimile's.
Lt. Jaryn: I want you to know, I'm gonna tell my superiors everything you've done for us.
The Doctor/Seven of Nine: First Ranek and now you. I may become the first prisoner of war to be decorated by his captors.
Seven of Nine: And the massage you got from Lieutenant Jaryn?
The Doctor: Entirely therapeutic!
Seven of Nine: You became sexually aroused in my body!
[Tuvok is going through the pon farr]
Tom Paris: You never fail to amaze me, Tuvok. A man of your advanced years still driven by the mating instinct?
Tuvok: Unlike in Humans, the Vulcan libido increases with time.
Tom Paris: Well, I guess there has to be some kind of reward for all that Vulcan discipline.
The Doctor: [to Ranek] There are many women who'd appreciate an attractive man like you. I'm just not one of them.
Tom Paris: Headache, fever, respiratory distress, tremors. It looks like some kind of virus.
Tuvok: It is not a virus.
Tom Paris: You want to tell me what's going on?
Tuvok: In the Doctor's database, you'll find a medication under file theta twelve alpha. Please, replicate it immediately.
Tom Paris: You know I can't give out medicine without knowing what it's for.
Tuvok: If you must know, I am suffering from a neurochemical imbalance.
Tom Paris: An imbalance.
Tuvok: It is native to my species.
Tom Paris: Ah... this wouldn't be the kind of imbalance that comes around once every seven years?
Harry Kim: [Harry and Seven have been taken prisoner, and Seven has just returned to the cell] Are you drunk?
Seven of Nine: It wasn't my fault. Seven's unique physiology is unique. It doesn't react well to synthehol.
Harry Kim: What happened?
Seven of Nine: Captain Ranek and I shared a meal aboard the Flyer. He's really a gentleman, once you get to know him.
Harry Kim: You had a dinner date in Seven's body?
Seven of Nine: It wasn't a date. It was a tactical maneuver designed to win the trust of our captors... and it worked!