LIFESIGNS

Danara: You're a computer simulation?
Doctor: An incredibly sophisticated computer simulation.

Danara: They were just being nice.
Doctor: Irritating, isn't it?

Chakotay: If you have a problem, I'd like to know what it is.
Paris: Yeah, I've got a problem. My problem is you.
Chakotay: Sometimes I'm not going to agree with your suggestions, but making decisions is part of being a leader. Maybe someday you'll understand that.
Paris: Being a leader also means knowing when to give your people a little leeway and let them be creative. We might as well put this ship on autopilot for all the freedom you give me to do my job.
Chakotay: I didn't come here for a lecture from you on how to do my job.

Kes: Romance is not a malfunction.
Doctor: Romance is not part of my programming.
Kes: Your program is adaptive, isn't it?
Doctor: Yes
Kes: Then I'd say it's adapting.

Doctor: By the way, Danara, I wanted to tell you, I'm romantically attracted to you and wanted to know if you felt the same way.

Doctor: Mr. Paris, I assume you've had a great deal of experience being rejected by women.

Danara: It's not easy to feel good about yourself when you're used to living your life like that.
Kes: Danara, I can't pretend to know what your life's been like. But I do know there's nothing sadder than a missed opportunity.

Paris: I think you scared her off.
Doctor: I did?
Paris: Your approach is all wrong.
Doctor: What would be the right approach?
Paris: Women like romance. They want men to make an effort, take them someplace special.

Denara: What is it that we're supposed to be doing?
Doctor: I believe it's called parking.

Paris: So when should I report back for duty?
Chakotay: When you decide to take your job seriously, we'll discuss it. But right now, you're dismissed

Paris: Get your hands off me.
Janeway: Mr. Tuvok, please escort Mr. Paris to the brig.

Denara: I'd rather live two more days like this -- with you -- than go on for who knows how long, wasting away a piece at a time.
Doctor: Nothing could ever change the way I feel about you. Not a few scars...not some diseased skin. Nothing.

Doctor: The procedure is quite simple. I'll drill an opening into your skull precisely two millimeters in diameter and then use a neuralyte probe to extract a sample of your parietal lobe weighing approximately one gram
B’Elanna: It doesn't sound simple to me. I still have nightmares about what those people did to me. And now you want to crack open my head, cut out a piece of my brain, and give it to her
Doctor: Your experience in the Vidiian prison suggests that Klingon DNA is resistant to the Phage. Losing a small amount of neural tissue is inconsequential
B’Elanna: Not to me, it isn't

Denara: I've read about the experiments that were done on you. What you went through must have been very traumatic
B’Elanna: That is an understatement

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