"Year of Hell" Line-by-Line

EMH: He'll be fine, but I'm surprised he didn't asphyxiate. I told you eight minutes on that deck, not eight and a half, not nine, and certainly not twelve.

 

Janeway: Would you rather have an indoor nebula? If we didn't stop it then and there it would have flooded another two decks. B'Elanna, engines.

 

TORRES: Not yet Captain. One of the warp nacelles is still offline. The other one's a lost cause.

 

Janeway: Route all available power to the good one.

 

EMH: The alveoli in your lungs have been chemically burned. I want you off your feet for the next forty eight hours.

 

Janeway: Impossible. I've got too much work to do.

 

EMH: There are seven other crew members on board. You're Captain. Delegate.

 

Janeway: Inject me with trioxin. That should help me breathe a little easier. B'Elanna, stand by for the transfer.

 

TORRES: Right.

 

EMH: Trioxin is used in emergency situations as a stop-gap measure. Your lungs have suffered serious damage. They need to be treated properly. Doctor's orders.

 

JANEWAY: Captain's orders. Trioxin. Now.

 

The Doctor: Aye, aye. It's your body. Who am I to judge? I'm only the Chief Medical Officer. What do I know?

 

JANEWAY: Thank you. Now, where were we?

 

[Krenim Timeship - Annorax's chambers : Chakotay enters]

ANNORAX: Well, you look rested.

 

CHAKOTAY: Where's my crewmate?

 

ANNORAX: He should have been here by now. No doubt he's making himself difficult. I've never seen such an intransigent young man.

 

CHAKOTAY: You've had us in isolation for two months. We've been scanned, poked and prodded. How do you expect us to act?

 

Anoraks: With some degree of dignity and restraint. Your crewmate has none.

 

CHAKOTAY: What do you want from us?

 

ANNORAX: At the moment, information.