Harry Kim: [protecting Paris] This man is my friend. Nobody touches him!
Harry Kim: Tom, listen to me. I... I almost killed you.
Tom Paris: What are you saying? You're the one that kept me alive.
Harry Kim: I was ready to hit you with the pipe. Don't you remember?
Tom Paris: You want to know what I remember? Someone saying "This man is my friend. Nobody touches him." I'll remember that for a long time.
Ambassador Liria: Perhaps you've misunderstood me. Let me clarify our position: your vessel is being impounded; you and your crew are under arrest. Prepare to be boarded!
Captain Kathryn Janeway: I'd like to resolve this situation peacefully, Ambassador, but let me clarify my position: I will not allow this ship to be boarded.
Ambassador Liria: That, Captain, is an error in judgment.
Harry Kim: I feel like there's a million fire ants in my brain!
Zio: Good. Make them work for you.
Harry Kim: How?
Zio: Fire ants sound vicious. Imagine them as your army moving in a vast wave to conquer your enemy. There's a massive struggle going on inside you, a battle to the death between you and the clamp. You have to use whatever force you can to defeat it.
Zio: When I first got here, I assumed the clamp was just a refined form of torture, to make our prison stay that much more arduous. Gradually, I began to understand it more fully. It's all right here in my manifesto, my insights, my reasoning... my evidence. It's an experiment. They're studying us like animals, pitting us against each other to find out what happens. You can see that, can't you?
Harry Kim: I guess so.
Zio: The greatest threat, of course, would be if we started to cooperate with each other, so they prevented that. But there had to be more to it than that. And the longer I was in here, the more I knew it was my job to figure it out. That's the reason I was put here. And eventually... it came to me, as though a fireball had exploded in my mind. And the realization gave me a power over the others. They don't come near me anymore. They're afraid of me, because I know the truth.
Harry Kim: Right now I'm so hungry, I could eat a bowl of Neelix's leola root stew.
Tom Paris: Me too. Never thought I'd say that.
[Janeway is suspecting Vel's vessel to be involved in the production of explosives]
Vel: This is a cargo vessel.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: Then you won't mind if a few of my crew members come aboard to have a look around.
Vel: Not if they don't mind having their throats cut.
Harry Kim: Suppose you didn't find any food?
Tom Paris: Well, I found close to fifty good citizens in this quaint little community, but not a grocer among them.
Harry Kim: I take it that's a no.
Tom Paris: Yeah. But if we ever do get our hands on some food, I found a lovely spot for a picnic.
Harry Kim: Great. All we need are the Delaney sisters, and we could make a date of it.
Harry Kim: Let's get something straight first.
Tom Paris: What?
Harry Kim: The next time you take a swing at me, I'm hitting back.
Tom Paris: Harry...
Harry Kim: Yeah?
Tom Paris: I'm hurt pretty bad.
Harry Kim: I'll take care of it.
Tom Paris: Promise me something.
Harry Kim: What?
Tom Paris: If things get worse, if it comes down to making a choice, don't worry about me. Take care of yourself.
Piri: With this ship, you can attack the prison and get your people out.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: I'm sorry. That's not how we do things where I come from.
[Kim has been urged to kill Paris]
Harry Kim: I'm not a killer.
Zio: Do you want to survive? In here? You'd better learn to be.
Harry Kim: If that's what it takes to stay alive... then I'd rather die.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: I don't think you understand the way this works. You tell me what I want to know, and after I get my people back, I let you and your sister go.
Vel: That's not good enough.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: Mister Tuvok, inform the Akritirians that we're ready to turn the prisoners over.
Neelix: [trying to bluff his way past an Akritirian patrol] What was that patrol? That last message was garbled.
Harry Kim: Can I have some more?
Tom Paris: [knocks the cup out of his hand] What do you think this is? A hotel? There isn't anymore!
Harry Kim: Take it easy!
Zio: [Zio wants Harry to get rid of Tom, who's given in to the Clamp] You've got a chance to make something of your life in here, but as long as that carcass is in my hut, we can never move on to more important things.
Harry Kim: What the hell are you talking about?
Zio: We disseminate the manifesto. Gather our followers. Train them.
Harry Kim: You're insane!
The Doctor: That won't be necessary. Lieutenant Paris is just fine, thanks to excellent doctoring. I finished analyzing these implants, and you'll be happy to know that the treatment I provided will successfully counteract their effect on you.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: What exactly was the effect?
The Doctor: My readings indicate that the implants are designed to stimulate the production of acetylcholine in the hypothalamus.
Kes: That would explain the agitation.
The Doctor: Hmm. Acetylcholine is a brain chemical common to the neural structure of most humanoids. Essentially, it helps stimulate one's aggressive tendencies.
Harry Kim: Zio was right.
Tom Paris: C'mon Harry. We're overdue for that steak dinner.