EMH-SEVEN: Oh, I can make an exception for a special occasion. Computer, champagne, two glasses. To new beginnings.
EMH-SEVEN: As I've discovered recently, anything is possible. Computer, dim the lights. Play EMH music file gamma twelve. (lets her hair down and takes Ranek in a open dance hold)
EMH-SEVEN: I really think you should stay. (Pulls out hypo to sedate him) Never play hard to get with an hologram.
TUVOK: Under the circumstances, abandoning my post would be a dereliction of duty. My illness is still in the early stages. I can control it.
JANEWAY: If I remember correctly, the last time you came down with the Tarkalean Flu was seven years ago. As soon as this is over the holodeck is at your disposal.
NEELIX: There you are, Commander. Now, a person in your condition really ought to be in bed. This is my grandmother's recipe, guaranteed to cure even the most stubborn flu. Now, Smell that?
NEELIX: Exactly. I prepared it just the way you like it. No herbs or spices of any kind. It's practically tasteless.