Janeway: Find me a pilot who’s talented, insubordinate, and deeply annoying.
Owen: Good, take my son. He can be your problem now.
Paris: I’m only co-operating because prison is boring.
Janeway: Excellent. Let’s go find my missing Vulcan bestie and also ruin your life further.
Kim: Wow, my first day in Starfleet! I hope nothing traumatic happens.
Stadi: *dies*
Cavit: *dies dramatically*
Caretaker: *banjo noises* Surprise! You’re all in the Delta Quadrant now. I'll be stealing your new kid, k thx bye!
Doctor: I’m a hologram, not a therapist, but I can tell morale is already terrible.
Neelix: Hello strangers! I will now attach myself to your crew like an enthusiastic parasite!
B'Elanna: I hate you, Starfleet.
Kim: I kind of like you, Maquis.
Kazon: Give us water or we’ll shoot you.
Janeway: Here, have some water
Neelix: No, no water for you! *shoots the water*
Kes: Please take me with you. I’ve been imprisoned for having opinions and terrible taste in men.
Chakotay: Paris, I hate you.
Paris: Great, because I hate me too.
Caretaker: I’m dying. Also, I may have accidentally doomed an entire planet. Oops.
Caretaker: I couldn't get Harry Kim pregnant so everyone's really screwed now *dies*
Tuvok: Captain, fuck that dead rock - we can use the array to return home.
Janeway: Or - and hear me out - we could blow it up and strand ourselves forever.
Tuvok: That is… a choice.
B'Elanna: This fucking sucks.
Chakotay: Not gonna lie, I'm quite happy with this arrangement
Paris: So, am I still a criminal?
Janeway: Yes, but now you’re my criminal.
Chakotay: And I’m your first officer because you need someone to do the paperwork?
Janeway: Kind of? You also give me legitimacy with your crew… and you're kinda hot
Chakotay: … Who's the dude in that photo with you?
Janeway: … Who?
Janeway: We’re 70,000 light‑years from home.
Kim: How long will it take to get back?
Janeway: About 75 years.
Neelix: Plenty of time for me to experiment with Leola root!
Tuvok: I foresee no logical escape from this.