PARIS: You never fail to amaze me, Tuvok. A man of your advanced years, still driven by the mating instinct?
TUVOK: The Doctor anticipated my needs and developed a treatment. Combined with meditation it will enable me to control the symptoms.
PARIS: Well, if that doesn't work, there's always a cold sonic shower. I'll tell the Captain that you'll be out of commission for a couple of days.
[Lokirrim ship - Detention cell] EMH-SEVEN: Mmm! I had no idea that eating was such a sensual experience. The tastes, the textures, feeling it slide down Seven's oesophagus, it's, it's exquisite
EMH-SEVEN: You know, I was thinking. When we get back to Voyager, perhaps you and Seven could help me modify my physical parameters.
EMH-SEVEN: I believe we can construct a holographic stomach that can store the food for eventual recycling.
EMH-SEVEN: Relax, Ensign. Our shipmates have never let us down before. I'm sure the Captain will clear up this little misunderstanding. In the meantime, are you going to finish that?