Star Trek: Voyager

(Tuvok and Seven are walking down the corridor when they bump into Neelix) Neelix: Mr. Vulcan, sir. A tactical question if I may? Tuvok: You may. Neelix: We're just about done rebuilding the internal security sensors, and we're ready to program the audio signal. Do you want it to say "Intruder Alert", or shall we try something a little more dramatic like "Warning, Intruder Alert" or "Intruder's among us! Danger! Danger! Intruders among us!"? Tuvok: "Intruder Alert" will suffice. Neelix: Go with the classic, understood sir! (Neelix walks away. Tuvok continues to talk to Seven) Tuvok: And you believe you have difficulties?

Ensign Brooks: Seven.
Seven: Ensign.
Tuvok: A friend of yours?
Seven: My... cabin-mate. As a Borg I was accustomed to co-habitating with thousands of other drones, but I it significantly more difficult to live with a single Human.
Tuvok: In what way?
Seven: Ensign Brooks is negligent. She leaves her equipment lying around the quarters and her clothing on the floor.
Tuvok: Indeed. I have found that most humans are less than meticulous when it comes to their domestic habits.
Seven: Indeed.

Chakotay: Thank you all for coming. We've got a lot of work to do so... The Doctor: I'd like to say a few words if I may? I have prepared a speech for this occasion. When I was first activated on stardate 48315, and I found myself mono a mono with the Delta Quadrant, I didn't think we'd survive a week, let alone three years! There was strife, there was discord, you were all at each other's throats, but over time I have had the pleasure and pride of watching this crew learn to work together as colleagues, even friends. Paris: Here, here (Tom claps as everyone starts to walk out of room but stops as The Doctor begins to speak again) The Doctor: Who would have thought that this eclectic group of voyagers would actually become a family? Starfleet, Maquis, Klingon, Talaxian, Hologram, Borg, even Mr.Paris; granted we've had our share of difficulties, one might say we've seen the best of times and the worst of times. I'd now like to recount some of the those times from my unique perspective. Under the category of category of "Best of Times", I invite you all to recall- Crewman over comm: Bridge to the Captain. Janeway: Janeway here. Crewman over comm: We're being hailed - a vessel off the port bow. Chakotay: On our way. The Doctor: Well perhaps we can all reconvene later? (Nobody answers)

Annorax: Time is patient, so we must be patient with it.

Janeway: All hands, battle stations. This is turning into the week of hell...

Janeway: I promised myself I would never break up this family, but asking you to stay would be like asking you to die.

Seven: I offered to help you with your personal grooming. You are risking further damage. Tuvok: Shaving is hardly a life threatening activity.