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RANEK: I thought since I ...
EMH-SEVEN: Oh, I can make an exception for a special occasion. Computer, champagne, two glasses. To new beginnings.
RANEK: Maybe there's some hope for us yet.
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)
RANEK: Oh, this is interesting.
EMH-SEVEN: It's called a waltz. Something else I learned from our Doctor.
CREWMAN: Captain Ranek, please come to the Bridge
RANEK: What is it?
CREWMAN: We've received an encrypted transmission.
RANEK: I'll be right there.
EMH-SEVEN: You're not leaving?
RANEK: I'll be back as soon as I can.
EMH-SEVEN: I really think you should stay. (Pulls out hypo to sedate him) Never play hard to get with an hologram.
TUVOK: (sweating) Still no sign of the Flyer's warp signature.
JANEWAY: I appreciate your sense of duty, Tuvok, but we can handle the situation without you.
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?
TUVOK: I don't smell anything.
NEELIX: Exactly. I prepared it just the way you like it. No herbs or spices of any kind. It's practically tasteless.
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