"Body and Soul" Line-by-Line

EMH-SEVEN: I scanned her before the aliens came aboard. Physiologically, she's fine. As for her consciousness I'm assuming it's submerged, but there's no way to be sure until I vacate her systems and conduct a neurological exam.

 

KIM: Then we need the mobile emitter.

 

EMH-SEVEN: This experience will make a fascinating article for the Starfleet medical journal. (touches forcefield) Ow!

 

KIM: Careful. That's not your body, remember?

 

EMH-SEVEN: I know Seven's senses were more acute than the average humanoid but, I had no idea. What is that?

 

KIM: What?

 

EMH-SEVEN: That smell.

 

KIM: I don't smell anything.

 

EMH-SEVEN: It could be an airborne toxin. Do you think they're trying to poison us? It's you.

 

KIM: It's been a busy day. I guess I'm perspiring a little.

 

EMH-SEVEN: A little? Seven's had a busy day too, and she's come through it smelling like the proverbial rose.

 

Captain's Log, Stardate 54238.3. We've completed our maintenance layover at the Maldorian station and we're on our way to rendezvous with the Delta Flyer. We expect to reach them in forty eight hours.

 

[Tuvok's quarters]

PARIS: Headache, fever, respiratory distress, tremors. Looks like some kind of virus.

 

TUVOK: It is not a virus.

 

PARIS: You want to tell me what's going on?

 

TUVOK: In the Doctor's database you'll find a medication under file theta twelve alpha. Please, replicate it immediately.

 

PARIS; You know I can't give out medicine without knowing what it's for.

 

TUVOK: If you must know, I am suffering from a neurochemical imbalance.

 

PARIS: An imbalance.

 

TUVOK: It is native to my species.