"Macrocosm" Line-by-Line

[JanewayRulz!]

EMH: I'm creating a synthetic antigen that will inhibit the viruses ability to replicate, but I haven't quite figured out how to restore the infected cells to their original condition. As for the larger versions of the viruses, what I've the macrovirus, I would suggest a fly swatter.

 

[LeadHead]

Chakotay: How long until the antigen's ready?

 

[JanewayRulz!]

EMH: I'd say another twelve hours.

 

[LeadHead]

Chakotay: That gives us time to rendezvous with the Captain. We'll deal with this once she's aboard.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

EMH: Commander. I'd like to apologize for my over-zealous behaviour on the away mission.

 

[CoffeeAddict]

CHAKOTAY: Compassion is nothing to be sorry about, Doctor. It won't be the last time you're faced with a moral dilemma in the field. But if it makes you feel any better, your performance was exemplary.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

EMH: Thank you.

(Chakotay leaves.)

 

[Orac]

Kes: I told you he'd understand.

 

[LeadHead]

The Doctor: Yes, you did.

The Doctor: (narration) We continued working on the antigen, unfortunately, the macrovirus was working faster. It had already moved from the transporter buffer into an adjacent system.

 

[ElimGarak.93-99]

In the mess-hall.

TOM: B'Elanna thank god you're here. The natives are getting restless.

 

[Gul Re'jal]

TORRES: What's the emergency?

 

[JanewayRulz!]

PARIS: I volunteered to help out while Neelix is away on the trade mission. The heating array overloaded, it incinerated a twelve kilo pot roast and all the food replicators went offline.

 

[Gul Re'jal]

TORRES: Mmm, looks delicious. Maybe there's a problem with the bioneural gel pack in the replicator panel.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

PARIS: Actually, I'm a pretty good cook when Engineering's doing it's job.

 

[Gul Re'jal]

TORRES: Oh, so this is my fault?

 

[ElimGarak.93-99]

TOM: The gel packs are you department, aren't they?

 

[Gul Re'jal]

(finishing Paris's line) PARIS: Besides, what was I supposed to tell all these hungry, irritable people?

TORRES: You know, I think that there's a plasma relay on deck seven that really needs repair.

 

[Enterprise1981]

PARIS: Oh, no. You can't leave me now, Lieutenant.

 

[ElimGarak.93-99]

B'Elanna: Oh, you need me? I'm touched.

Opening a panel.

What's going on here? It looks like this gel pack has an infection. Half the neurodes have been burned out and the pack is filled with some kind of ... compound. Tom, call the Doctor and tell him...

 

[Enterprise1981]

Torres reaches for the gel pack. It explodes, covering her hand with mucus.

PARIS: B'Elanna!