[the Doctor thinks his program is about to break down]
The Doctor: [to Janeway] I've had something on my conscience for a long time. After I was first activated, I kept a record of what I considered to be your most... questionable command decisions. It's in my personal database. I hope you'll delete the file without reading it.
The Doctor: [to Tuvok] Mr. Tuvok. I violated the most sacred trust between a physician and his patient. I told Mr. Neelix about the cutaneous eruption you developed on your...
[looks furtively around, realizing everyone else is listening]
The Doctor: That was indiscreet. I hope you can forgive me.
The Doctor: [to Kim] Ensign. At your recital last month, I told Lieutenant Torres that your saxophone playing reminded me of a wounded targ. I should have put it more delicately! I'm sorry!
The Doctor: [pushing Kim aside] Seven.
Seven of Nine: You should remain still.
The Doctor: You have no idea how difficult it's been, hiding my true feelings all these years, averting my eyes during your regular maintenance exams.
[the Doctor's holomatrix starts to glitch]
The Doctor: [falling on his knees] I know you could never have the same feelings for me, but I want you to know the truth. I love you, Seven.
[his program glitches again]
Seven of Nine: Your cognitive algorithms are malfunctioning.
The Doctor: [stands up and waves the others goodbye] Goodbye, my friends! Speak well of me!
[the Doctor disappears]
Captain Kathryn Janeway: Is he...?
B'Elanna Torres: No, I've got him.
[the Doctor reappears, with his hand still held up]
The Doctor: What happened?
B'Elanna Torres: I deleted the extraneous subroutines.
The Doctor: I'm not going to decompile?
Captain Kathryn Janeway: [dourly] You'll probably outlive us all.
[hands him back his mobile emitter]
Tom Paris: Doc... anything... else you'd like to confess?
