Paris: Sure is nice to have a new Delta Flyer!|
Kim: Hey, didn't we already have one last week?
Paris: Um...er...uh...hey, let's race that alien!
Kim: We should not be doing that! Well, unless she's cute or something.
Doc: Give up my holodeck time? But I wanna golf!
Kim: Quite the ship you've got here.
Paris: I recommend this race because it's cool.
Paris: Oh no, I forgot about the vacation plans! I'm dead!
Torres: It's okay, you can go on the race.
Torres: I'm going to break up with Tom.
Paris: Hi, nasty competitor. Wanna be my friend?
Seven: Tom likes me better than you. Ha ha.
Paris: What are you doing here? I don't want you here! Go away!
Janeway: Mr. Tuvok, waste a torpedo!
Neelix: I'm tired of annoying one person at a time. I wanna annoy everybody at once.
Paris: You did remember to study for this course, didn't you?
Doc: Irina's copilot just got injured by a suspicious console explosion.
Tuvok: I found this random sabotage gizmo.
Torres: You know, our relationship must kind of suck if Harry's doing better than us.
Kim: You blew up my console and pulled a gun on me! I'm starting to think you might be up to something.
Paris: Let's engage the thrusters.
Irina: Who's winning?
Torres: Jerk. Jerk. Jerkjerkjerkjerk....
Kim: You're planning to blow up those spectators, aren't you?
Paris: Sorry I upset you, B'Elanna. Can we make out now?
Irina: Just so you know, I most certainly did not sabotage the Delta Flyer's fuel converter. That is something I did not do.
Paris: According to Harry, we're about to blow up. By the way, will you marry me?
Captain's Log: Tom and B'Elanna just got married, but we didn't let you see the wedding. Ha ha! Losers! In your face!
Torres: Sure is nice to finally be married.
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