"Message In A Bottle" Line By Line

Prometheus EMH: This vessel was designed to go faster than anything in the fleet so we'll never be rescued

 

EMH: We've got to find a way to turn this ship around.

 

Prometheus EMH: How? Waltz on to the bridge and take over the helm?

 

EMH: Refresh my memory. Which of us has the terrible bedside manner?

 

EMH2: You're not my patient.

 

EMH: My first bit of good news. We have to incapacitate the Romulans somehow. What kind of anesthetics do you have handy?

 

EMH2: Only the best. Axenol, neurozine, anaesthazine.

 

EMH: Neurozine will do nicely. It can be distributed in gaseous form. Show me a schematic of the ship's ventilation system. Please.

 

Prometheus EMH2: All primary systems have been rerouted to the bridge, including environmental control.

 

EMH: It looks like there are holo-emitters on every deck.

 

EMH Mark 2: There are, unlike you, I'm not condemned to a sickbay.

 

EMH: Get three canisters of neurozine. As a matter of record, I have free rein on Voyager, and I can even leave the ship as well.

 

Prometheus EMH: Leave your ship?! How?

 

The Doctor: My Mobile Emitter, a little piece of 29th Century Technology we acquired.

 

Prometheus EMH: Really.

 

EMH: I'm as close to a sentient life-form as any hologram could hope to be. I socialize with the crew, fraternize with aliens. I've even had sexual relations.

 

Prometheus EMH: Sex! How's that possible? We're not equipped.

 

EMH: Let's just say I made an addition to my program.

 

Prometheus EMH: Before you leave maybe you could download those subroutines into my database.

 

EMH: We'll see. It looks like the only place I can access environmental control is from the Ops console on the bridge.