Tom Paris: [to Kim] So - you're going to realign your sensors with Seven's. Sounds like fun.
Chakotay: I thought you might like to get something to eat, unless your memories of our mess hall aren't good.
Kellin: As a matter of fact, I was quite fond of Neelix's food.
Chakotay: Now, that's something that's hard to believe.
Kellin: I came here because of you. I knew you wouldn't remember me; but I was sure we could regain the feelings we had before. They were there; they were real. But now I'm not so sure.
Chakotay: [after upsetting Kellin] Is there anything I can do for you?
Kellin: Can I have your pudding?
Chakotay: [chuckles] Gladly.
Kellin: Then you're forgiven.
Chakotay: If Kellin's going to be with us, the Captain wants her to serve a function, to contribute in some way.
Tuvok: A reasonable expectation. What are her skills?
Chakotay: Basically, she was a security operative for her people. She's a trained expert in weaponry, surveillance, fighting skills. Any idea where she might fit in?
Tuvok: Mr. Neelix could use an assistant in the mess hall.
Chakotay: Tuvok - that was a joke! Don't deny it, you were trying to be funny!
Tuvok: If you choose to interpret my remark as humorous, that is your decision.
Chakotay: I do. And it was.
Tuvok: It's perfectly logical. All the qualities you mention would help in defending Neelix against the periodic wrath of the crew.
Seven of Nine: Commander Chakotay's face became flushed as he spoke with her. What does that signify?
Tuvok: I'd rather not engage in speculation. It is a dangerous pastime.
Seven of Nine: When you mentioned Commander Chakotay's name, she flushed. He did the same when he saw her.
Harry Kim: What are you saying?
Seven of Nine: I suspect the Commander and Kellin are engaged in a courtship ritual. Seems an unnecessary and complicated precursor to the act of procreation.
[Kellin is showing Tuvok and Seven her flight route in comparison to Voyager's]
Kellin: There, you see? Our ships traveled together for at least two weeks.
Seven of Nine: You could have falsified your navigational logs.
Tuvok: There's no proof that you ever came aboard Voyager.
Kellin: That's what I always liked about you two. Such unyielding logic. Such refreshing skepticism.
Kellin: [to Chakotay] You're such a kind person.
Chakotay: I've been trying to make sense of it. I fell in love with her twice; I thought she could do the same. We were the same two people on the same ship. Why didn't it happen again? I keep going over and over our last conversation, trying to think if there was something I could have said, could have done. But nothing comes to mind.
Neelix: Commander, I don't think you can analyze love. It's the greatest mystery of all. No one knows why it happens, or doesn't. Love is a chance combination of elements. Any one thing might be enough to keep it from igniting - a mood, a glance... a remark. And if we could define love, predict it - it would probably lose its power.
Chakotay: First Officer's personal log, stardate 51813.4 - Maybe it would be best, as the tracer said, to forget about Kellin and the time she spent here. But I don't want to do that. I want to remember.