Captain Kathryn Janeway: Neelix - do we have any coffee left?
Neelix: No. But we have something even better!
Captain Kathryn Janeway: I don't want something even better, I want coffee!
B'Elanna Torres: Under the circumstances, don't you think you really ought to change your program?
The Doctor: Now there's an interesting concept: a hologram that programs himself. What would I do with that ability? Create a family? Raise an army?
B'Elanna Torres: It's a sample of residue we picked up in a nebula.
The Doctor: A nebula? What were we doing in a nebula? No, wait, don't tell me. We were "investigating". That's all we do around here. Why pretend we're going home at all? All we're gonna do is investigate every cubic millimeter of this quadrant, aren't we?
Captain Kathryn Janeway: Personal log, stardate 48546.2 - Our journey home is several weeks old now, and I have begun to notice in my crew, and in myself, a subtle change, as the reality of our situation settles in. Here, in the Delta Quadrant, we are virtually the entire family of man. We are more than a crew, and I must find a way to be more than a captain to these people. But it's not clear to me exactly how to begin. At the Academy, we're taught that a captain is expected to maintain a certain distance. Until now, I've always been comfortable with that distance. -... - Maybe this is just the way it works. Maybe the distance *is* necessary. Maybe more than ever, now, they need me to be larger than life. I only wish I felt larger than life. Computer, delete last sentence.
Kes: I don't think the Captain is an idiot. She cares a great deal about her crew.
Neelix: You don't 'care a great deal' about your crew and introduce them to the spectre of death at every opportunity.
Ensign Harry Kim: McAllister, James 'Mooney' Mc Allister - the guy never slept. He'd be studying his algorithms until dawn, and the only way I could get any sleep was to wear a mask.
Lieutenant Tom Paris: You could've changed roommates.
Ensign Harry Kim: Are you kidding? McAllister got me through forth year quantum chemistry.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: So - has Neelix concocted anything interesting this morning?
Ensign Harry Kim: There's an ancient Chinese curse, Captain: "May you live in interesting times". Mealtime is always interesting, now that Neelix is in the kitchen.
Kes: Do all nebulas look like that?
Neelix: I wouldn't know. I'm smart enough to go around nebulas when I encounter them!
Kes: These people are natural born explorers, Neelix.
Neelix: These people are natural born *idiots*, if you ask me! They don't appreciate what they have here. This ship is the match of any vessel within a hundred light years, and what do they do with it?
Neelix: [mimicking] "Well, uh, let's see if we can't find some space anomaly today that might rip it apart!"
[Paris wakes up Kim in his quarters]
Ensign Harry Kim: How... how'd you get in here?
Lieutenant Tom Paris: You'd be surprised at things you learn in prison.
[Voyager is flying through a nebula]
Ensign Harry Kim: [intrigued] I've never seen anything like it!
Lieutenant Tuvok: [activating his communicator] Tuvok to Kim. Mr. Kim, that is a comment we would prefer not to hear from a senior officer on the bridge. It makes the junior officers nervous.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: What do you make of it, Mr. Tuvok?
Lieutenant Tuvok: I am unable to offer an identification, Captain.
Ensign Harry Kim: [activating his communicator] Kim to Tuvok. In other words, you've never seen anything like it. Oh, I promise not to tell the junior officers!
Lieutenant Tom Paris: [about Sandrine's bar] I found this place just after my pocket was picked walking by the harbor.
Ensign Harry Kim: Somebody picked your pocket? On Earth?
Lieutenant Tom Paris: Oh, they just do it for tourists. They give it back - most of the time.
Sandrine: [to Paris] I thought you liked your women with a little bite.
Ricky: Everyone knows about your bite, Sandrine. It's when you start sucking blood they get scared.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: [after 'escaping' Neelix's 'even better than coffee'-substitute] Yes, Commander?
Commander Chakotay: There was no need for you to come to the bridge, Captain.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: Yes, there was.
The Doctor: I'm curious, Captain. Exactly what're you looking for?
Captain Kathryn Janeway: I need to know if we did serious harm to this life-form.
The Doctor: Let's see - you ran your ship through it, fired phasers at it and blew a hole in it with a photon torpedo. I'd say it's a pretty good chance that you did...
Captain Kathryn Janeway: Computer, mute audio.
Ensign Harry Kim: What's a fin?
Lieutenant Tom Paris: I'm not sure, um... some old kind of Scandinavian currency.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: The Commander was introducing me to my animal guide.
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: I hope that you have better luck with yours than I had with mine.
Commander Chakotay: B'Elanna's the only one I know who tried to kill her animal guide.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: [after Neelix has requested to stay behind during the 'nebula'-mission] All our crews are busy preparing for this mission. I'm not pulling them off their duties to prepare your ship for launch, and I'm not gonna drop you off on the side of the road every time we hit a bump. When we're finished, if you wanna leave, that's your business. But for the moment, find yourself a seat with a good view; because - just like Jonah and the whale - you're going in.
Neelix: Is that final?
Captain Kathryn Janeway: Dismissed.
[Neelix stays put, confused]
Captain Kathryn Janeway: That's a Starfleet expression for 'get out'!
Gaunt Gary: Me, I got a whole different approach to women: treat a lady like a tramp and a tramp like a lady. Never fails.
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: Paris - did you program this guy?
Lieutenant Tom Paris: Yeah, why?
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: He's a pig. And so are you.
Gaunt Gary: Almost never.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: A-koo-chee-moya. We are far from the sacred places of our grandfathers and from the bones of our people. But perhaps there is one powerful being who will embrace this good crew and give them the answer they seek.
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: Computer, activate Emergency Medical Holographic Program.
The Doctor: Please state the nature of the medical emergency.
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: Why do you always have to say that?
The Doctor: I can only speculate about my programmer's motives. Perhaps he thought I might be summoned for important reasons.
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: Under the circumstances, don't you think you really ought to change your program?
The Doctor: Now there's an interesting concept. A hologram that programs *himself.* What would I do with that ability? Create a family? Raise an army?
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: I know a little about holographic programming. I could probably reprogram you.
The Doctor: That makes me feel particularly confident.
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: Has anyone ever told you, you have a lousy attitude?
The Doctor: If you don't like the doctor's attitude, there's a man sitting at a console in the Jupiter Station Holoprogramming Center you can write to. His name is Zimmerman. He looks a lot like me, actually. Now, not that I don't enjoy the repartee, but was there a reason you stopped in?
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: I need a second opinion on this.
The Doctor: Who gave you the first opinion?
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: I gave it to myself. It's a sample of residue we picked up in a nebula.
The Doctor: A nebula? What were we doing in a nebula? No, wait, don't tell me. We were "investigating." That's all we do around here. Why pretend we're going home at all? All we're going to do is investigate every cubic millimeter of this quadrant, aren't we?
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: The molecules are isolinear. No polycyclic structures, but...
The Doctor: But this is what brought you to me, isn't it? The nucleogenic peptide bonds.
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres: Is it some kind of phosopholipid fiber?
The Doctor: And you were doing so well. No, I suspect it's something far more interesting than that.