Star Trek: Voyager (TV Series)

The Thaw (1996)

Garrett Wang: Ensign Harry Kim

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Quotes 

• Little Woman : You're new.

  Ensign Harry Kim : Yes, we are.

  Little Woman : Where are you from?

  Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres : Another town.

  Little Woman : There aren't any other towns.

• Ensign Harry Kim : Look, I'm trying to prepare for an important performance.

  Lieutenant Tom Paris : Oh, really? Are we scheduled to rendezvous with the Delta Quadrant Symphony Orchestra?

• [Kim practices his clarinet when his adjacent neighbor, Ensign Baytart, knocks against the wall] 

  Ensign Harry Kim : It's the darn fluid conduits running through the walls. They conduct sound. You'd think when they designed this thing, they would have...

  Lieutenant Tom Paris : This ship was built for combat performance, Harry, not musical performance. Nobody figured we'd be taking any long trips.

  Ensign Harry Kim : Where am I supposed to practice?

  Lieutenant Tom Paris : How about cargo bay?

  Ensign Harry Kim : Bad acoustics.

  Lieutenant Tom Paris : We could get Baytart transferred to the night shift.

  Ensign Harry Kim : [snickers]  Couldn't do that - could we?

  Lieutenant Tom Paris : So now you have an excuse to give your mother why you didn't practice while you were gone.

• [Kim and Torres walk through a throng of artists and jugglers] 

  Ensign Harry Kim : Uh... excuse me. We're trying to find some friends.

  Clown : Well, that shouldn't be difficult. We're all friends here.

• Clown : [to Harry and B'Elanna]  If you leave, one of them will die! One of them will die. Try it and see. If you leave...

  [points at the Kohl physician] 

  Clown : ...he dies.

  Viorsa : He can do it. He's already killed two of our colleagues.

  Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres : How is that possible?

  Clown : I cut off their heads.

  Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres : But none of this is real!

  Clown : Of course it's real. It's as real as a nightmare.

  Ensign Harry Kim : The two we found dead both suffered from massive heart attacks.

  Clown : Heart attack. Now, what might cause a heart attack? Hmm. Unmanageable stress, perhaps? Unmanageable fear? The fear of losing a head, perhaps?

  Ensign Harry Kim : You scared them to death.

  [the Clown takes a bow] 

• Viorsa : I deeply regret very much what has happened to you. You came to help. You didn't deserve this. I regret so many things.

  Ensign Harry Kim : Look, we don't have time for regret. My people are working on a way right now to get us out of here, and we have to help them if we can.

  Viorsa : You'll leave hope behind after a few months of this.

  [the Clown laughs hysterically with the executioner] 

  Ensign Harry Kim : Why does he do it?

  Physician : We're his canvas, his blocks of marble. With us he practices his ghastly art.

• Clown : [the Clown surprises Harry and the Kohl survivors by suddenly appearing in front of them]  Thinking about escape, are we, Harry? Naughty, naughty. I don't like those thoughts. We're gonna have to do something about them.

  Programmer : He's new. He can't help thinking about getting out.

  Clown : He can! You don't think about it anymore!

  [something occurs to him] 

  Clown : Oh, but he's new... and you're old. New and old. Old and... new. Well, then the answer is to simply... make you old, Harry.

  [laughs evilly at Harry, transformed into a feeble old man] 

  Clown : Are you afraid of growing old, Harry? Is that what you fear? Being cared for by nurses?

  Little Woman : [dressed like a nurse and with a medicine bottle, she puts a spoon to Harry's mouth]  Time for your medicine.

  Clown : You don't like being helpless, do you Harry? You like to take care of yourself. Yes, I know how you hate to feel like the baby on the crew.

  [laughs hysterically at Harry, now transformed into a crying baby that he cradles in his arms] 

  Clown : Oh-ho-ho... Ohh, what's the matter, Harry? Oh, does my costume frighten you, huh? Oh-ho-ho...

  Spectre : [leans into Harry's face]  Coochie-coo.

  Clown : He-he-he, yeah... Oh, look at little Harry fly.

  [the Clown starts throwing a bawling Harry up and down like a plaything] 

  Clown : Whew! Whew, there he goes! Whew! Whee!

  [laughs then loses interest] 

  Clown : All right, that's enough.

  [Harry's suddenly back to being an adult and the Clown starts cackling again] 

  Ensign Harry Kim : This is not reality. It's an illusion.

  Clown : When your only reality is an illusion, then illusion is a reality.

  [snaps a finger] 

  Ensign Harry Kim : Like the man said... "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."

  Clown : N'aw, I thought we were gonna be friends. Didn't want to do this, Harry.

  [off-screen someone places surgical gloves on the Clown] 

  Clown : No, I didn't want to bring this up in front of the others, but, uh, I know what really scares you. I know when you were nine, your parents took you to that colony - radiation disaster - humanitarian mission. You visited a hospital. You remember.

  [laughs] 

  Ensign Harry Kim : [with realization]  No.

  Clown : [as some of the clowns wheel a gurney in and bundle Harry onto it]  You wandered off by yourself where you weren't supposed to be.

  Ensign Harry Kim : [to himself while the clowns tie Harry down with straps and manacles]  The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.

  Clown : You saw people and things you weren't supposed to see - sick and dying. Keep repeating "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."

  [he leads the other clowns to repeat, like a demented chorus] 

  Clown : And how about, "There's no place like home. There's nooo place like home."

  [laughs manically as Harry can't hide his terror anymore] 

  Clown : Try clicking your heels together three times. Oh, but your legs are restrained, aren't they, just like that little girl you saw on the operating table?

  [the others place a surgical mask on the Clown and hand him a scalpel] 

  Clown : The doctor called for a scalpel... she looked at you... and her face filled with fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. DO YOU REMEMBER?

  [Harry screams his lungs out as the Clown prepares to cut an incision through his chest]