BASICS, Pt 2

Chakotay: Do you think it's a trap?

Janeway: Stop it. There's no time to worry about blame. Hogan was a good officer and a good man and our job is to make sure his is the last death for a long time! I will not let this destroy my crew!

Janeway: If anyone balks at eating these, tell them it's an order form their captain.

Doctor: One humanoid is the same as another from a holographic point of view.

Doctor: My program is adaptive. If you really need me to be deceptive, I'm sure I could learn.

Doctor: What am I supposed to do... lead a revolt with the gang from Sandrine's. Conjure up the holograms of Nathan Hale and Che Guevara? I'm a doctor, not a counter-insurgent. Get a hold of yourself. You're not just a hologram, you're a Starfleet hologram.

Chakotay: Trapped on a barren planet and you're stuck with the only Indian in the universe who can't start a fire by rubbing two sticks together.

Paris: I should be able to come up with a plan in one hour.

Suder: I'm going to have to kill some of them.
Doctor: It is possible violence might be required to retake the ship.
Suder: I've worked so...so hard over the last few months to control the violent feelings. I'm almost at peace with myself. I mean I see the day coming when I could be.
Doctor: One hologram and one sociopath may not be much of a match for the Kazon, but we'll have to do.

Chakotay: This is very thoughtful of you, Tuvok. But my tribe never used bows and arrows and I've never even shot one.
Tuvok: This is mine.

Neelix: I think the other two seem to be trying to figure out what to make of us. In a manner of speaking, not in the culinary sense I hope.

Paris: Doc, I hope you're receiving this, cause if you're not, I'm a dead duck.

Tuvok: You may find nobility in the savage, Commander, but he is only interested in killing you.

Seska: I won't play these games with a trick of light.
Doctor: Sticks and stones won't break my bones, so you can imagine how I feel about being called names.
Seska: Why create a thoron leak if you're not hiding someone?
Doctor: I would think it's obvious. To make you believe I was hiding someone. I've had your people crawling through the bowels of this ship for hours looking for an intruder.

Doctor: You know what you have to do, and when to do it. And I know, with our fate in your hands, we will prevail. Good luck, Mr. Suder.

Paris: Welcome back, Captain.
Janeway: Well done, Lieutenant.

Doctor: You would have been proud of him, Mr. Tuvok.
Tuvok: I offer you a Vulcan prayer, Mr. Suder: May your death bring you the peace you never found in life.

Janeway: Take us away from our new home and set a course for the old one.

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