RANEK: It's been a long time for me, too. I remembered your interest in stellar phenomena so I requested a course change to show you something.
RANEK: To an astronomer it's simply a pulsar cluster, but our poets call it the Window of Dreams. You can travel from one end of the quadrant to the other and never see anything like it.
EMH-SEVEN: Oh, I promised a friend I'd go easy on the synthehol. Do you hear that? It's identical to the rhythm produced by the eight-chambered Ktarian heart.
^ (RANEK: It's the pulsar's EM fields vibrating against our hull. I once thought this was the most beautiful sight in the sector. I see now that I was wrong. Oh, I almost forgot. (offers a glass)) RANEK: Is something wrong?
EMH-SEVEN: Rapid pulse, respiratory distress. You may be having a reaction to the pulsar's radiation. We should get you to the medical bay.
EMH-SEVEN: You Starship Captains are all alike. You can stare down the barrel of a phaser cannon but you can't stomach a simple medical exam.
RANEK: I don't need an exam to know what I'm suffering from. (kisses her, she pushes him away) I'm sorry. I thought.
EMH-SEVEN: Ranek summoned me to the Bridge under the pretext of a little stargazing. What he really wanted was to use my face as a tongue.
EMH-SEVEN: It was completely inappropriate! That kind of behaviour would get a Starfleet Captain reassigned to a garbage scow!