[B'Elanna has planned a romantic holiday with Tom]
The Doctor: I've already approved your time off.
Tom Paris: The Captain's told you about the race already?
The Doctor: What race? I was referring to your romantic getaway.
Tom Paris: [silence, then realizing] Oh, no!
The Doctor: Don't tell me you forgot.
Tom Paris: [heading for Engineering] Do me a favour, Doc. Keep a lock on my biosigns.
The Doctor: What for?
Tom Paris: Because in about five minutes, there may be a medical emergency in Engineering.
[Tom Paris wants to participate in a race, much against Tuvok's wishes]
Tom Paris: Captain, this race is more than just a sporting event. Until recently, this region was a war zone. Four different species fought for nearly a century to control it.
Harry Kim: Now, for the first time, they're competing peacefully, to commemorate the new treaty that ended the war.
Tom Paris: This race embodies everything the Federation values: a peaceful coexistence, free exchange of ideas...
Captain Kathryn Janeway: I think it's a great idea.
Tom Paris: [baffled silence] You do?
Tuvok: You do?
Seven of Nine: [about Tom Paris] He can be an erratic individual, but he's also a very competent officer, and clearly a skilled pilot.
B'Elanna Torres: It's the erratic individual that takes getting used to.
Seven of Nine: No doubt.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: One thing, gentlemen. Now that we're in this race, we're in it to win. After all, Starfleet's honor is at stake.
[Tom and B'Elanna are faced with an imminent warp core breach]
Tom Paris: So, what's your answer?
B'Elanna Torres: My answer?
Tom Paris: Will you marry me?
Computer: Warp core breach in 15 seconds.
B'Elanna Torres: You're proposing *now*?
Tom Paris: It's as good a time as any.
Tom Paris: 'B'Elanna Paris', that has a nice ring to it.
B'Elanna Torres: Thanks, but I already have a ring. Anyway, I kind of like the sound of 'Tom Torres'.
Tom Paris: I hope you're kidding.
B'Elanna Torres: Hey - it is the 24th century.
The Doctor: So, what program are you planning to run?
B'Elanna Torres: Something new, called 'Gedi Prime'.
The Doctor: I've heard of that. The vacation paradise that makes Risa look like a tourist trap.
B'Elanna Torres: Endless kilometers of crystalline beaches, mood reefs, bioluminescent waterfalls...
The Doctor: And a championship golf course, if I'm not mistaken. Why don't I just join you?
B'Elanna Torres: Somehow, I don't think that would add to the mood.
The Doctor: Don't be so sure. You haven't seen me in a bathing suit.
Harry Kim: [after raving about Irina] I know what you're gonna say...
Tom Paris: No. No, actually, I was just gonna congratulate you. I mean, she's not a Borg, she's not a hologram, and she's not dead. Looks like you might have finally found yourself the perfect woman.
Tom Paris: I have a chance to pilot the Flyer in a race, um, a really unique race, and the Captain thinks it's a great idea. So, I guess I got so excited that I forgot about our plans... But... I-I don't have to do it. The Captain would understand.
B'Elanna Torres: It's all right.
Tom Paris: No, no, I should've remembered, it's just that this seemed like such an amazing opportunity; pilots from all over the...
B'Elanna Torres: I said it's okay.
Tom Paris: ...Really?
B'Elanna Torres: The holodeck will always be here. This race won't.
Tom Paris: [looks at her in amazement] I do not deserve you.
B'Elanna Torres: You're right about that.
B'Elanna Torres: There's a Klingon phrase that my grandmother used to use: "mok'tah". It means 'bad match'. That's what Tom and I are. I just hate that it's taken me three years to realize it.
Neelix: If you're really such a mok'tah, it must've been an awful three years.
Tom Paris: We still got the Mobius Inversion coming up.
B'Elanna Torres: The what?
Tom Paris: Tell me you read the course manual.
B'Elanna Torres: I skimmed it - more or less...
Tom Paris: [groans] Oh, great!
B'Elanna Torres: So, what exactly is this Mobius... whatever?
Tom Paris: Take a look. It covers the entire last third of the course. Level-6 subspace distortions, gravimetric shears - just think of it as a little wormhole with a big attitude.
[a good part of the crew is following the race from Astrometrics]
Tuvok: [enters and hands Janeway a PADD] My weekly security report.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: I'll read it later.
Tuvok: There are a few matters we should discuss.
Chakotay: She said later, Tuvok.
Neelix: [focused on the race] Something's wrong... They're disappearing!
Seven of Nine: Radiation from the Mobius Inversion is blocking our sensors.
Tuvok: [checking the display] How will we track their progress?
Chakotay: We can't. Not until they emerge from the other side of the anomaly.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: [feigning interest] Wanna talk about that report now, Tuvok?
Tuvok: Later - if that's permissible.
B'Elanna Torres: Seems like the entire crew has come down with race fever.
Seven of Nine: Perhaps you could persuade the Doctor to develop a vaccine.
B'Elanna Torres: I guess we lost.
Tom Paris: That depends.
B'Elanna Torres: On what?
Tom Paris: On how you answer my question.
B'Elanna Torres: I thought you only asked it because we were about to explode.
Tom Paris: Well, we're still alive, and I'm still asking.
B'Elanna Torres: How come you never asked me before?
Tom Paris: How come you're still avoiding the question?
B'Elanna Torres: I'm thinking.
Tom Paris: Think faster.
B'Elanna Torres: Why, you're gonna withdraw the question?
Tom Paris: No, but I might start to beg. Could get embarrassing.
B'Elanna Torres: [taking a holo-photography of Tom] Say "Qapla'"!
Assan: You must be one of those pilots who believes in the fellowship of combat.
Tom Paris: [laughs uneasily] Correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought this was a friendly race, not a battle.
Assan: If that's what you believe, then you've already lost.
B'Elanna Torres: Do I really have to spend my morning reciting nursery rhymes?
Tom Paris: It got me through the Academy.
B'Elanna Torres: You were expelled.
Tom Paris: Okay, repeat after me: "I am not the pilot, I will not attempt to fly this ship."
B'Elanna Torres: That one doesn't even rhyme.
Tom Paris: You've got that tough Klingon exterior. And, uh... I didn't think you liked the mushy stuff.
B'Elanna Torres: Do I look that tough right now?
Tom Paris: Well, does that mean you're in the mood for some mushy stuff?
B'Elanna Torres: Maybe.
Tom Paris: Exactly what kind of mush are we talking about?
B'Elanna Torres: You tell me.
Tom Paris: Well, there is, um...
[he kisses her]
Tom Paris: ...kissy stuff.
B'Elanna Torres: That was nice.
Tom Paris: And there's the 'You're the most important person in the world to me'...
B'Elanna Torres: I like that one, too.
Tom Paris: And there's the 'happily ever after'...
B'Elanna Torres: How does that one work?
Tom Paris: Well, traditionally, it requires a proposal...
Tom Paris: [Harry is smitten with an alien woman, until he sees her greet her co-pilot] Looks like they're good friends.
Harry Kim: They're teammates.
Tom Paris: Close personal teammates.
Harry Kim: [resigned] Oh, it was nice while it lasted.
Tom Paris: Who?
Irina: My co-pilot.
Tom Paris: Oh, looks like they're good friends.
Harry Kim: They're teammates.
Tom Paris: Mm.
Tom Paris: Close, personal teammates.
Harry Kim: Oh, it was nice while it lasted.
Harry Kim: Irina & I were up all night.
Tom Paris: Oh, really?
Harry Kim: Making repairs!
Tom Paris: Uh huh.
Harry Kim: To be honest, I can't remember the last time I had so much fun. She's funny, smart, we get along without trying. I'm going to ask her if she wants to spend some time on Voyager after the race.
Tom Paris: What about Joxom?
Harry Kim: Turns out they're just teammates. I know what you're going to say.
Tom Paris: No, no. Actually, I was just going to congratulate you. She's not a Borg, she's not a hologram, and she's not dead. Looks like you might have finally found yourself the perfect woman.