Tom Paris: You know something? I always thought that beneath that cold Vulcan exterior lay a... even colder Vulcan interior. But now, I'm convinced you're a hopeless romantic.
Tuvok: There is no need to insult me, Mr. Paris.
Tom Paris: First day in town and I've already been mugged.
Vulcan Master: Emotions can be a powerful tool. To deny their existence is illogical. But you must learn to control them.
Young Tuvok: Why?
Vulcan Master: Do you wish to be taught?
Young Tuvok: I would question everything you say.
Vulcan Master: You would not be a worthy pupil otherwise.
Vulcan Master: Shon-ha'lock - love - is the most dangerous emotion of all. It produces many other emotions: jealousy, shame, rage, grief... You must learn to suppress them all, otherwise... they will consume you.
Young Tuvok: If I was meant to deny feelings, why was I born with them? Where is the logic in that?
Vulcan Master: Hidden for you to find - or in plain sight for you to ignore.
Tuvok: Where are you going?
Noss: To repair the field generator.
Tuvok: I will accompany you.
Noss: No. You stay. Prepare for the attack.
Tuvok: You can't go alone.
Noss: Risking two lives... would be illogical.
Tuvok: Her name is Noss. She was attacked by two humanoid males.
Tom Paris: Sure she didn't attack *them*?
Tuvok: They were attempting to rob her.
Tom Paris: Seems to be a local pastime.
Tom Paris: You obviously care about Noss. If you won't admit it to me, at least admit it to yourself.
Tuvok: I respect her ability to survive.
Tom Paris: It's more than that. I've seen the way you look at her.
Tuvok: What way is that?
Tom Paris: Like someone who wishes he wasn't Vulcan.
[Tuvok tells Noss about Voyager]
Noss: Tell me about you there.
Tuvok: I am the Chief Tactical Officer.
Noss: What else?
Tuvok: Can you be more specific?
Noss: Your duties? Uh... where you sleep... what you eat. Music? Friends?
Tuvok: Why is any of that relevant?
Noss: Because it is you.
Tuvok: There is no easy way to recover from infatuation.
Vulcan Master: Infinite diversity...
Young Tuvok: ...in infinite combinations.
Vulcan Master: Your training is now complete. You have done well.
Young Tuvok: Thank you.
Vulcan Master: You are now prepared to return to the world. Grief, anger, fear, and especially love, will never threaten you again.
Young Tuvok: I am... grateful.
[Chakotay presents Janeway with data about the sinkhole]
Chakotay: There seems to be some sort of temporal differential.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: How big a differential?
Chakotay: It's difficult to say. But every hour that passes for us could mean weeks, even months, for Tom and Tuvok.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: Months trying to survive in a class D environment? More than likely, they've assumed that we left them behind long ago.
Chakotay: Ready for the bad news?
Captain Kathryn Janeway: You're kidding!
[Tuvok has suggested to take the Doctor offline in order to use his mobile emitter as power source, when Paris and Noss return]
Tom Paris: Make way for the mighty hunters!
The Doctor: [examining Paris' bag] If Mr. Paris' hunting ability is any indication, maybe we should take *him* offline.
Tom Paris: Uh... Thanks for the vote of confidence, Doc.
Neelix: I was just getting Noss's recipe for sauteed spiders. She told me how much you enjoyed them.
Tom Paris: [snorts] Let's just say, it's an acquired taste.
Tom Paris: [after an unsuccessful attempt to hunt a spider] I don't know what's worse, catching them or eating them!
Noss: No poison.
Tom Paris: Well, they may not be poisonous, but they sure give me the creeps!