Threshold Line-by-Line

[Athena28]

TORRES: What's happening to him?

 

[Oddish]

EMH: "I have no idea, but I assume it had something to do with his experience on the shuttle."
(Paris screams.)
EMH: "His cellular membranes are deteriorating. He's dying. I need to know more about what happened on that shuttle, and I need to know it now! Radiation levels, unexplained anomalies, anything."

 

[Soaraway]

(Torres rushes out. Later, Kes is monitoring Paris' lifesigns at a console while the EMH goes inside the forcefield. Veins are standing out all over Paris' face.)
Admiral Owen Paris' adult child Tom: You're losing me, aren't you? I'm going to die.

 

[Oddish]

DR. VAN GOGH (in another timeline): "You're too stubborn to die, Mister Paris. I want to try high saturation radiometric therapy. It might slow down his cellular mutation."

[No, I don't intend to mess with character names in every "line by line" I do. But this is THRESHOLD, for crying out loud]

 

[Orac]

TP: Here lies Thomas Eugene Paris, beloved mutant.

 

[Soaraway]

The Doctor: A fitting epitaph, but I don't intend to let you use it just yet.

 

[Oddish]

One Big 2-Year-Old: "Radiometric emitters are charged and ready."

 

[Orac]

Th' EMH: Begin with 45 rads per second.

 

[Soaraway]

Paris: Great. Now it'll read, beloved radioactive mutant.

 

[Oddish]

THE UNNAMED: "No effect. Increase the dosage to eighty five rads per second. I'm going to try inhibiting the cell mitosis with a biosuppresser field."

 

[herofhyrule]

BERLIN: Big funeral with lots of pretty girls all crying. Except Torres. Torres doesn't cry. Did you ever notice that? I don't trust people who don't cry. Of course, my father, he'd say crying is a sign of weakness. I never believed that. Do you cry?

 

[Oddish]

Echo Michael Hotel: "It's not in my program."

 

[Soaraway]

Tom: Shame. You know, it's funny. What I remember most about being a kid are the times I spent in my room crying. I liked my room, though. It was quiet in there. People would leave me alone. I'd keep the door locked, read, play games. I lost my virginity in that room. Seventeen. Parents were away for the weekend.

 

[Oddish]

THE OPERATIC EMH: "I'll note that in your medical file."

 

[Orac]

Lt. TP: Ow!

 

[Oddish]

EMH Mark I, son of Zimmerman: "His lymphatic system is collapsing. Increase dosage to ninety eight rads per second."

 

[Orac]

TP: Pepperoni! God, I'd love a pepperoni pizza with Kavarian olives right now. I'm starving!

 

[Hopeful Romantic]

Dry As A James Bond Martini EMH: His life signs are critical. Maximum dosage.

(@Oddish: Gotta say, this reading of "Threshold" is *chef's kiss* )

 

[Oddish]

FRENCH CAPITAL: "Kiss me."

 

[Soaraway]

The Doctor: What?