Chakotay: Tell me, Seska, what does my future hold?
Seska: You will fade into the background, up to a point where you shall become the resounding 'plank of the century'.
Chakotay: Tell me, Kathryn, how much time do I have before the writers turn me into an obedient plank again?
Janeway: About twenty minutes.
Chakotay: Guess I'd better do something heroic then.
Janeway: Not on MY ship, Mister!
Kazon: If you weren't such a plank, we would be off this rock by now!
Chakotay: No, it's Cha-ko-tay, not Pl-an-kay.