"Pathfinder" Line-By-Line

[cosmic mouse]

HARKINS: And, Reg, remember, while the Admiral's here, I do the talking.

 

[mattman8907]

BARCLAY: You do the talking. Understood. [OC] Pete was only trying to look out for me, but I was sure my plan would work. I just couldn't give it up.

 

[Athena28]

HARKINS: Burning the midnight oil?

 

[retroenzo]

BARCLAY: I, I finished, er, the diagnostics, sir.

 

[Athena28]

HARKINS: Yes. I know. I looked them over. Good job. Now, why don't you call it a day?

 

[Ghislaine H. B. BRAEME]

BARCLAY: I just, er, have a few more things to take care of.

 

[cosmic mouse]

HARKINS: Well, see you tomorrow, then. Oh,. Reg, why don't, why don't you drop by tonight when you're through here?

 

[retroenzo]

BARCLAY: Drop by?

 

[mattman8907]

HARKINS: Come to the house. Have some coffee. Angie's sister's in from Boston. I, er I think she might like you.

 

[retroenzo]

BARCLAY: I, I don't, I don't think I can er. I'm spending the evening with, er, Neelix.

 

[mattman8907]

HARKINS: Correct me if I'm wrong, Reg, but Neelix is your cat. Well, if you change your mind.

 

[Ghislaine H. B. BRAEME]

BARCLAY: Thanks. I'll try.

 

[cosmic mouse]

BARCLAY [OC]: But I couldn't leave. Not until I'd strengthened my case for accessing the MIDAS array. The meeting with Admiral Paris was only fourteen hours away and I hadn't come up with anything. Poring over the data wasn't helping. I decided what I needed was, er, a little inspiration.

 

[retroenzo]

BARCLAY: Computer. Activate hologrid mess hall scenario Barclay eleven gamma.

 

[mattman8907]

[Holodeck - Voyager Mess hall]

(Starfleet are in their uniforms, the Maquis in their leather, and Paris has two pips on his collar.)
PARIS: Hey, Reg.

 

[Catarina]

Chakotay: Warning: the shark is circling.

 

[mattman8907]

TORRES: Let the games begin.

 

[retroenzo]

KIM: What'll it be, Reg?

 

[Catarina]

Barclay : the usual

 

[Athena28]

KIM: Computer, one milk, warm.