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Whatever you need is what I have to offer. You need a guide? I'm your guide. You need supplies? I know where to procure them. I have friends among races you don't even know exist. You need a cook? You haven't lived until you've tasted my angla'bosque. It will be my job to anticipate your needs before you know you have them. And I anticipate your first need will be me.
Neelix to Janeway [#2 Caretaker, Part Two] |
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If I'm going to be in here awhile, now's a good time as ever to tell you...your ceiling is hideous.
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These people are natural-born idiots, if you ask me. They don't appreciate what they have here. This ship is the match of any vessel within a hundred lightyears and what do they do with it? 'Well, er, let's see if we can't find some space anomaly today that might rip it apart!'
Neelix to Kes, about Voyager's crew [#6 The Cloud]
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Sitting with your backs to each other like two strangers waiting for a transport. That's supposed to fool me?
I don't pick Kes' friends for her. Just my own.
Good morning, Voyager. I want to tell you about a friend of mine. I first met this man almost a year ago and, to tell you the truth, I didn't like him much. He seemed a little too cocky, a little too sure of himself. A lot of people had questions about him. He'd proven he'd pretty much sell himself out to the highest bidder, go wherever the wind blew him, so people wondered could you trust this person when things got tough, would he stand side by side with you or would he let you down when you needed him most? But the fact of the matter is: he proved himself, right from the beginning. I wouldn't be alive right now if it weren't for him and the same goes for many of you. It took me awhile to realise it. Like a lot of people I was caught on first impressions to see the truth that was right in front of me. I overlooked his bravery because I was focussing on his brashness. I ignored his courage because I saw it as arrogance. And I resented his friendliness because I mistook it for licentiousness. So while this man was giving us his best, every minute of every day, I was busy judging him. And now he's leaving. I'm proud to say that in spite of my narrow-mindedness Thomas Eugene Paris became my friend. I'm gonna miss him. No more laughs over a game of pool, no more sitting up into the wee hours swapping stories, no more complaints about my cooking. Goodbye, Tom. I think I speak for more of us than you might imagine when I say you're going to leave an empty space when you go. I hope you find what you're looking for.
Anything I can do to help and get Tom home safely I want to do.
Waste nothing. That's one of the first rules of survival.
You want to know what Captain Janeway likes about me? I'll tell you: I am respectful, loyal and most of all sincere.
You have no feelings for me, but you have feelings against me. For three years you've ridiculed me, and made it obvious to everyone that you have no respect for me. And I've tolerated it. You know why? You know why? Because you are smarter than I am, Tuvok, and more logical and stronger and superior in almost every way. And I admire you. But you don't have any instincts, you don't have any gut feelings, and you don't really understand people.
Well, I for one am glad to have a young Ensign Kim back with us, although I still say you should've kept some of those spots. I thought they were very distinguished.
Well, whatever happens, I try to keep in mind that things could be worse.
It's not a mission, Seven, it's a party!
Seven, I think you've made a wonderful addition to this crew. I know it's been difficult for you making the transition, from Borg back to human, or half-human or whatever it is you've become, actually you're just plain Seven to me.
Commander, I don't think you can analyse love. It's the greatest mystery of all. No one knows why it happens, or doesn't. Love is a chance combination of elements. Any one thing might be enough to keep it from igniting - a mood, a glance, a remark. And if we could define love, predict it, it would probably lose its power.
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Rotate crew assignments. Add variety to the daily routine. I myself wouldn't mind squeezing in a little tactical training.
People take comfort in talking to her. When they see that the Captain's happy they're happy.
Anxiety? Anxiety's what I feel when I burn a pot roast.
I'm sorry but there's no more Marsupial Surprise. We only had two kilos of pouches to begin with and it's all gone. Now how about some pizza, huh?
Because this crew needs its tactical officer on the bridge. I wouldn't be a very good friend if I ignored that, just so that you'd be nicer to me.
You know, sometimes food is like time travel: you smell an aroma, take a bite of something and bam! suddenly you're back at the moment you first tasted it.
