EMH: A paranoid response indicative of bipolar personality disorder. If my history is accurate, southern California in the late twentieth century had no shortage of psychotherapists, competent and otherwise. I suggest you find one. Now, return me to Voyager.
STARLING: I've learned your weapons are damaged, your ship's teleporters half shot, but I didn't get all the personnel files. I have to know my enemy. Give me Captain Janeway's psychological profile.
EMH: "Or suffer the consequences"? Hardly. I'm a hologram. I experience neither pain nor fear of death. You have no means of coercing me.
STARLING: How unpleasant it could be? This is what burning feels like. For a human to experience what you're going through right now he'd have to be on fire.
STARLING: By reconfiguring your tactile response sensors. Easy as proverbial pie. Feeling more co-operative? I'm in a meeting, Dave. Put her through.
[Metro Plaza] RAIN: Mister Starling. Oh my god, I'm so scared. They're gonna find me. I don't know what to do.
[Metro Plaza] RAIN: Everything's not okay! People are shooting at me! They're gonna find me. I don't know what to do.
[Chronowerx - Starling's office] STARLING: Yes you do. You're going to jump in a cab and come to my office. You'll be safe here.