Paris: Aye, Captain. Janeway and Chakotay sit down at their chairs, tired at the end of their long adventure.
JANEWAY: Captain's log, stardate 50312.5. We are again in the Delta Quadrant, at the exact time and place we first encountered the timeship. I've resumed a course for Earth and I've ordered the crew to the Mess Hall for a toast. [Mess Hall] JANEWAY: Cheers! To the future!
TORRES: I'm still trying to figure out exactly how the Doctor's autonomous emitter works, but it looks like downloading him back into the ship's computer isn't going to be much of a problem.
Doctor: Apparently, the reverse is also true. I will be able to make use of the emitter as casually as you might slip on a pair of shoes.
KES: I'm up to the challenge, Doctor, but what about you? There's going to be more to your life than sickbay.
Doctor: Nothing I can't handle. You know, Captain, I've always wanted a little more privacy. Perhaps under the circumstances, my own quarters.
Paris: You should have seen it when the Parking Enforcement Officer came up to the van. Tuvok tried to use pure Vulcan logic to talk her out of giving us a citation.
TUVOK: Given Mister Paris's alleged familiarity with twentieth century America, it is a wonder we survived the experience at all.
Chakotay and Neelix chuckle and walk off. Paris: Tuvok, has anyone ever told you, you're a real Freakosaurus?
You as well, Admiral Shran, I don't remember, have you and I closed one of these down before. I know we've been in groups getting the job done before, not sure if that Danger Team of Admiral Shran and LeadHead have ever been the tag team finishers.