Scientific Method Line-By-Line

CHAKOTAY: Thanks. Do you smell something strange?

 

NEELIX: I, I'm afraid that's me. I seem to be developing Mylean sweat glands. Sorry.

 

CHAKOTAY: It's not so bad.

 

NEELIX: Well, whatever happens, I try to keep in mind things could be worse.
(Neelix sits next to Chakotay, with a grunt.)
NEELIX: I still have my home here on Voyager, my friends.

 

CHAKOTAY: Your hair.

 

NEELIX: True. But I'd gladly lose it if I could have my taste buds back.

 

CHAKOTAY: At least you're not losing your eyesight. See that display over there? It's nothing but a blur.

 

NEELIX: You think that's bad? The Doctor tells me my pupils have dilated sixty percent. I can't even look at that display, it's so bright!

 

CHAKOTAY: Yeah? Well I've got chronic arthritis in my fingers. I could barely keep this glass steady.

 

NEELIX: Well, that's nothing. My spinal column is fusing together. In a matter of days I won't be able to walk.

 

CHAKOTAY: Got you beat. I can barely walk now.

(A crewman brings a woman in with scars on her face.)

 

PARIS: I don't think so. I'm releasing you both back to your quarters. I've just gotten reports of more patients on the way. It's going to get crowded in here.

 

[Science Lab]

EMH: How's the scanner?

 

TORRES: Almost ready.

 

EMH: Good. This disorder seems to be spreading rapidly among the crew.

 

TORRES: Does that mean we'll all be affected?

 

EMH: Right now it only means that we need to find some answers as quickly as possible.

 

TORRES: All right, give the scanner a try.

 

EMH: I'll start with Commander Chakotay.