Tom Paris: So, how'd it go with B'Elanna today?
Tuvok: Our meditation sessions are confidential.
Tom Paris: [scoffs] No, I'm not asking for sordid details. I just want to know if you think you can help her.
Tuvok: Her training will be a challenge, for both of us.
Tom Paris: [sniggers] Take it from me: getting B'Elanna to control her temper is like convincing a Ferengi to leave his estate to charity.
Chakotay: B'Elanna, I need your expertise on this mission, not your bad mood.
B'Elanna Torres: I'll see what I can do.
[Torres and Tuvok are in a meditation session]
Tuvok: A point of white light. Follow it backward through the years, to a time when you were younger - a child.
Tuvok: Is there something amusing, Lieutenant?
B'Elanna Torres: I'm sorry, an image just flashed through my mind. You as a child - those pointy little ears. You must have been cute.
B'Elanna Torres: I suppose it's always gonna be like this.
Tom Paris: Like what?
B'Elanna Torres: Me against the galaxy.
Tom Paris: Well, the galaxy doesn't stand a chance.
[Neelix has prepared a brew against radiation poisoning; he takes a careful sip and almost vomits]
Neelix: Once you get past the... the choking reflex, it's really not... it's really not so bad. Want to try some?
Chakotay: [looking disgusted] No, I'll take my chances.
B'Elanna Torres: [on board a garbage scow flooded with radiation] Structural integrity's holding.
B'Elanna Torres: I wish I could say the same for my lungs.
B'Elanna Torres: Diplomacy - Janeway's answer to everything.
Tuvok: B'Elanna is unpredictable, Captain. Under these circumstances, her volatile nature could compromise the mission.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: Your concerns are noted. But if I sent you over there, I'd be sending the wrong message, that I don't have faith in her. But I do.
Tuvok: Your faith is admirable. But logic suggests...
Captain Kathryn Janeway: This isn't about logic, it's about trust. She'll come through for us.
Neelix: The next time I volunteer to board a Malon freighter, check me into sickbay and have my head examined.
Fesek: I don't know how I'm going to explain what happened.
B'Elanna Torres: Tell them the truth. Tell them the Vihaar is no myth.
Seven of Nine: Commander. The Captain's plan B. I've calculated the inertial force required to divert the freighter. Plan C - shield modulations that should reduce the structural damage of Voyager. It will also help protect the crew against theta radiation poisoning, if we fail.
Tuvok: A wise precaution. With any luck, we won't be needing it.
Seven of Nine: I didn't think Vulcans believed in luck.
Tuvok: As a rule, we don't. But serving with Captain Janeway has taught me otherwise.
Seven of Nine: She does seem to succeed more often than random chance would allow. I'll factor it into my calculations.
Tuvok: [tentatively] Is there a plan D?
Seven of Nine: No.
Tuvok: A flame, like emotion, is a primitive force. Left unchecked, it's chaotic, destructive. But if controlled, it can be a powerful tool. The lamp controls the flame, as you must learn to control your emotions.
[Neelix finds B'Elanna kneeling in solitude]
Neelix: If you need to rest...
B'Elanna Torres: [tetchily] I said I'm fine!
B'Elanna Torres: [calmer] I was... meditating.
B'Elanna Torres: Do me a favor, don't tell Tuvok.
B'Elanna Torres: I feel like I'm ready to explode.
Neelix: We'll get through this together. I've got a knack for diffusing explosive situations.
Chakotay: Maybe the meditation's working.
B'Elanna Torres: What makes you say that?
Chakotay: From what Neelix told me, you kept your temper in check over there.
B'Elanna Torres: Don't expect me to make a habit of it.