"Blood Fever" Line-by-Line

Paris: How about starting a fight with a group of armed aliens, shouting at Neelix, giving me this. If I remember my Klingon customs, biting someone on the face means-

 

Torres: I know what it means. Alright, so maybe I do feel something, some kind of instinct. What am I supposed to do about it?

 

Paris: When we get back to the ship, the Doctor should be able to help. Or there's always Vorik.

 

Torres: I am not helping that Vulcan petaQ! The idea of bonding with him, it's ludicrous! What's this?

 

PARIS: The tremor must've shaken the rocks loose.

 

Torres: Well, they're in the way.

 

B'Elana points a rifle at the fallen rocks, but Tom stops her from firing...

PARIS: Hold it! We don't know how stable this tunnel is. An energy blast might bring the rest of it down on our heads.

 

TORRES: Let go!

 

Paris: No, I think I should keep this.

 

TORRES: Never pick a fight with a Klingon, Tom.

 

PARIS: I'm not going to fight with you, B'Elanna.

 

Torres: Afraid I'll break your arm? You should be.

 

PARIS: B'Elanna, stop it! This isn't about the gun. This is about sex. But that's not gonna happen right now.

 

Torres: I think it is. See, I've picked up your scent, Tom. I've tasted your blood.

 

Paris: No, No. I'm your friend and I have to watch out for you when your judgment's been impaired. If you let these instincts take over, you'll hate yourself and me, for taking advantage of you. I won't do that.

 

Torres: Maybe, maybe we should continue separately.

 

Paris: No!

 

Torres: You don't know how strong, how hard it is to fight this urge.

 

PARIS: Are you telling me that I'm impossible to resist?

 

Paris: Are you telling me that I'm impossible to resist?