"Message In A Bottle" Line By Line

CHAKOTAY: You're right. It's probably a mistake for us to get our hopes up at all. We've been through this before. All right, I'll admit it. I just finished a letter to my cousin in Ohio.

 

[Sickbay]

PARIS: The doctor is in.

 

NEELIX: Lieutenant, thank god you're here.

 

PARIS: What seems to be the trouble?

 

NEELIX: Well, one minute they were eating lunch, and the next they started perspiring and complaining of chest pain.

 

PARIS: Hmm... No wonder. Acute functional dyspepsia.

 

NEELIX: What's that?

 

PARIS: Heartburn.

 

NEELIX: Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I don't know how this could have happened.

 

PARIS: I'll replicate some antacid.

 

NEELIX: We'll have you feeling better in no time.

[Sickbay - Doctor's Office]

NEELIX: They're going to be all right, aren't they?

 

PARIS: It's heartburn, Neelix, not the Terrilium plague. What did you feed them, anyway?

 

NEELIX: Rodeo Red's Red-Hot, Rootin'-Tootin' Chili.

 

PARIS: Where did you find that recipe?

 

NEELIX: I've been brushing up on classic American cuisine. When we get back to Earth, I want to make sure I have marketable job skills.

 

PARIS: Don't you think you're jumping the gun a little bit?

 

NEELIX: The Doctor is going to make it back and he's going to bring a plan for Starfleet to rescue us. I have complete confidence in him.

 

PARIS: I hope you're right. If not, I'm going to spend the rest of this trip treating upset stomachs.

 

NEELIX: Oh, believe me, this is never going to happen again. It's just a matter of perfecting the recipe. Next time I'll use a few less jalapenos.

 

[Prometheus Sickbay]
EMH: I've accessed the navigational logs. We're at warp nine point nine heading straight for Romulan space.