Threshold Line-by-Line

[Athena28]

TORRES: Tom!

 

[Rocky6]

PARIS: Oh, I'm fine. How's the shuttle?

 

[Oddish]

THE IRASCIBLE LT. TORRES: "You brought it back without a scratch. The on-board sensors confirm that you did it. You made it to warp ten."

 

[Orac]

Jolly Ol' Janeway: Congratulations, Mister Paris. You've just made the history books.

 

[Oddish]

PARIS: "We should download the shuttle's sensor logs, analyse the telemetry they picked up during the flight before we make another attempt."

 

[Orac]

The Doctor: You're not going anywhere. At least not for a few hours. I have some tests I'd like to run on Your Majesty before I release you back into the realm of ordinary humans.

 

[Soaraway]

Lt. Paris: You may proceed.

 

[Oddish]

CAPT. J: "We'll download the logs. I'll let you know what we find."

[Engineering]

CAPT J (again): "Janeway to Kim. We're ready."

 

[Soaraway]

[Shuttlecraft Cochrane]

Ensign HK: Acknowledged. I'm downloading the logs into the Engineering computer core.

 

[Orac]

The highly irritable Lt. Torres: This data describes literally every cubic centimetre in this sector. It's over 5,000,000,000 gigaquads of information.

 

[Soaraway]

The supercilious Captain Janeway: It would appear that the theory of infinite velocity is correct. It may be possible to occupy every point in the universe simultaneously.

 

[Oddish]

THE MERCURIAL LT. TORRES: "Then it's just a matter of navigation. If we could figure out how to come out of transwarp at a specific point, this could get us home."

 

[Hopeful Romantic]

THE ELOQUENTLY SPECULATIVE CAPTAIN JANEWAY: It could do more than that. It could change the very nature of our existence. Think of it. There would be nothing beyond our reach. This telemetry is giving us an invaluable record of this sector. We can use it to make a star chart. Transfer the shuttle logs to Stellar Cartography for analysis.

 

[Oddish]

THE CONCISE LT. TORRES: "Right."

 

[Orac]

[Later in the Mess hall]

Sexiest man on the ship Neelix: This is a new blend. I'm calling it Paris Delight. It's in honour of you.

 

[Soaraway]

In search for redemption Paris: What? Oh! Oh, thanks. That's very flattering.

 

[Oddish]

BAR RODENT: "I can tell."

 

[Soaraway]

(Neelix leaves them to their PADDs.)
B'Elanna, daughter of Miral: Well, you might as well get used to it. You're a hero now.

 

[Orac]

Harry's friend Tom Paris: I wish I could say it was nothing. Oh. Oh, I wish Neelix would name something after me that tasted a little better.

 

[May 20]

TORRES: Smells okay.