Janeway: Just do me a favor, let Chakotay work out of here for awhile. I need the command area to myself for awhile. (under her breath) Jerk keeps using MY side of the console.
Seven: Computations are complete, Captain. It is mathematically impossible that Ensign Kim will ever make Lieutenant.
Paris: Why did you make her cry? She looks up to you.
Seven: I simply informed her that her Flotter holoprograms are infantile and that they will inevitably lead to her becoming an individual with less intelligence and reduced chances of a prosperous future.
Paris: Note to self: Never let Seven Babysit when B'Elanna and I have a baby.
Seven: ... And then I told Lieutenant Torres that it was "A good day to finally become a competent Engineer."
Paris: Ah, man. Now the service here is worse than the food!