Janeway: Would you care to flirt over breakfast?
Chakotay: Why wait till breakfast when we can just flirt right here in the corridor?
Janeway: I like a man who thinks on his feet. And we can flirt again later on the bridge
Neelix: Surprise! Iāve opened a restaurant. I accept tips, compliments, and emotional validation.
Janeway: The fuck Neelix? This was my private dining room!
Neelix: Well now it's my kitchen. You'll have to flirt with Commander Chakotay in public now!
Janeway: ā¦I'm gonna go organise an away mission so I can replicate stuff and stay away from whatever the fuck is stinking out this room
Neelix: Can I come too?
Chakotay: Away team, stay close to me.
Neelix: Absolutely. I will immediately do the opposite.
Kim: Sir, heās wandered off.
Chakotay: Of course he has. Why do I even bother..
Neelix: Hello? Who's there? I bring with me only enthusiasm and zero caution!
EMH: His lungs have vanished
Chakotay: That's kind of neat, I didn't know Talaxians could do that. Does this mean he'll be quieter from now on?
Kes: Canāt he have artificial lungs?
EMH: Well that's a stupid idea... but actuallyā¦
Janeway: Weāre going back down there with phasers, cos I'm hella pissed.
Tuvok: Captain, the rock wall is fake.
Janeway: Shoot it until it stops lying.
EMH: With hololungs he might live forever in a tube, unable to move, unable to leave this room.
Kes: So⦠like a very sad houseplant.
EMH: Precisely.
Neelix: Kes, Tom Paris is trying to steal you from me.
Kes: Neelix, heās literally just standing there.
Neelix: Where? All I see is a big, ugly hormone looming over you
Paris, flying into the asteroid: Captain, this tunnel is getting narrow.
Janeway: Use your judgement.
Paris: My judgement says āno.ā
Janeway: Override your judgement.
Tuvok: We appear to be in a hall of mirrors.
Paris: Iāve always wanted to drive a starship through a funhouse.
Chakotay: Letās fire phasers at minimum power and hope for the best.
Janeway: That is the most Starfleet sentence Iāve heard all week.
Janeway: Hey you, yeah you, ugly. Return Neelixās lungs.
Dereth: We canāt. Weāve installed them in my friend.
Motura: But we'll make sure to give his species a good review on trustpilot
Janeway: I sympathise with your disease, but if you steal organs from my crew again, I will personally end you.
Motura: If is makes things better we can save Neelix's life. All it'll cost is another member of the crew a lung
Kes: I volunteer as tribute
Dereth: Are we gonna leg it before they figure out her lungs only have a shelf life of like 7 years?
Motura: Duh, of course we are