Vorik: I have come to greatly admire not only your impressive technical skills, but also your bravery and sense of moral duty, all excellent qualities in a prospective mate.
VORIK: Perhaps we are not an obvious match. However, our differences would complement each other. You've often expressed frustration with your Klingon temper. My mental discipline would help you control it. Furthermore, I feel that...
Torres: Wait, please. Please, I'm, I see that you've given this a lot of, er, logical thought and I really am very flattered, but my answer is no. I'm sorry.
VORIK: B'Elanna! You may wish to reconsider. Your choices for a mate are currently limited to 73 male crew members on this ship, some of whom are already unavailable.
Vorik: I should also remind you that many humanoid species are unable to withstand Klingon mating practices-
Vorik: ...Whereas my superior Vulcan strength would make me a very suitable partner. Vorik touches B'Elanna's face, B'Elanna pushes him back and convinces him to go to the floor... with her fists.
The Doctor: In addition to a dislocated jaw, Ensign Vorik seems to be suffering from a neurochemical imbalance.
The Doctor: I believe I should discuss that with the patient privately. Kes and Torres leave. The Doctor: You're going through the Pon farr, aren't you?
EMH: Yes, I'm aware that Vulcans prefer to keep their mating practices very much to themselves. There's almost nothing in the medical database beyond a few observations made by Starfleet doctors over the years. Your symptoms, the chemical imbalance and loss of emotional control are consistent with those observations. Have you been eating and sleeping normally?
EMH: I assume this is your first Pon farr? There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's a normal biological function. I'll do what I can to help you through it, but I'll need a little more information.