With all due respect, unless you've got something a little bigger in your torpedo tubes, I'm not turning this ship around.

Red Alert!

There's coffee in that Nebula.

If I have another cup of coffee, I'll jump to warp.

Listen to me very carefully because I'm only going to say this once. Coffee. Black.

Coffee first.

Coffee - the finest organic suspension ever devised. It's got me through the worst of the last three years. I beat the Borg with it.

I'm a size four.

At ease before you sprain something.

It's a fine crew and I've got to get them home.

This is no time for protocol. Get started.

We seek out new races because we want to not because we're following protocols. We have an insatiable curiosity about the universe.

Good. I dread the day when everyone on this ship agrees with me. I thank you for your opinion but our mission is not going to change.

These lab rats are fighting back!

I don't respond well to threats.

I'm no ones prey.

Time's up!

It's too late for opinions. It's too late for discussion. It's time to make the call and I'm making it.

Time to take out the trash.

Not big enough.

Sometimes first contact is last contact.

Exploring can sometimes be hard to resist.

Tell me, are all of your inspections this personal?

I haven't decided whether I like you at all.

With all due respect Mr. Tuvok, loosen up.

Well, that would make for a dull ride home.

I may never put my hands on my hips again.

A captain doesn't abandon ship.

Go back to hell, coward.

You've just threatened the wrong woman.

We'll destroy this ship before we surrender it.

I don't care if you can make it sing and dance. We're getting rid of it.

Either I've become impervious to anti-matter explosions, or we're still dreaming.

We've come 15,000 light-years; we haven't been stopped by temporal anomalies, warp core breaches or hostile aliens, and I'm damned if I'm going to be stopped by a nebula!

Admiral Hayes. Good man, fine officer. A bit of a windbag.

Fire at will!

Janeway out.

I think we need to define some parameters...about us.

If anyone balks at eating these, tell them it's an order form their captain.

Send in the Calvary.

You never brought me tea.

"Ma'am" is acceptable in a crunch, but I prefer "Captain".

We're a long way from Starfleet, Lieutenant. I'm not about to waste 15 months because we've run into a bunch of bullies.

Space must have seemed a whole lot bigger back then. It's not surprising they had to bend the rules a little. They were a little slower to invoke the Prime Directive and a little quicker to pull their phasers. Of course, the whole bunch of them would be booted out of Starfleet today. But I have to admit, I would have loved to ride shotgun at least once with a group of officers like that.

Arm photon torpedoes! We seem to have a knack for provoking strangers, these days.

Dismissed. That’s a Starfleet expression for "get out".

Must be something you assimilated.

Ever since my first day as a Starfleet captain, I swore I'd never let myself get caught in one of these Godforsaken paradoxes. The past is the future, the future is the past, it all gives me a headache.

I'm fairly easy to get along with most of the time, but I don't like bullies, I don't like threats, and I don't like you, Culluh!

This is my ship and my decision.

Who are we to swoop in, play God, and then continue on our way without the slightest consideration of the long-term effects of our actions?

Unfortunately, extinction is often the natural end of evolution.

One of the things you learn as you move up the ranks and get a little older is that you wish you had more time in your youth to really absorb all the things that happen to you. It goes by so fast, it's so easy to become jaded, to treat the extraordinary like just another day at the office.

Captain Janeway: Let me get this straight. Trans-dimensional aliens have mistaken your Captain Proton simulation for reality? Tom Paris: Yes, ma'am. Captain Janeway: And now an armed conflict has broken out between these aliens and Chaotica's holographic army? Tom Paris: Yes, ma'am. His Army of Evil.

I'm the queen, remember?

I don't know how to tell you this... but the wedding's off!

He doesn't give up, does he?

This is how you've been spending your free time?

Just like Jonah and the whale...you're going in.

Sometimes you just have to punch your way through.

I won't sacrifice this ship and crew based on a 10-second conversation. I need proof!

Fear exists for one purpose, to be conquered.

Sometimes you have to go in blind. That's the exciting part.

Good work, Commander. In the future, if I have any questions about mating procedures, I'll know where to go.

Captain Janeway: Am I...discerning a personal problem here gentlemen? Neelix: Frankly, yes Captain. Captain Janeway Solve it.

Harry Kim: It's all a little weird.  Captain Janeway: Mr. Kim, we're Starfleet officers. Weird is part of the job.

Apparently, you just crashed the main computer, locked out the Bridge and stopped this ship cold. Do you want to tell me why?

Starling: What are you going to do, shoot me? Captain Janeway: The thought has crossed my mind.

Captain Janeway: I'm your captain and that means I can't always be your friend. Do you understand that? Seven of Nine: No, but if we should be assimilated, our thoughts will be one and I'm sure I'll understand perfectly.

Q: I know that you're probably asking youself, "why would a brilliant, handsome, dashingly omnipotent being like Q want to mate with a scrawny bipedal specimen like me?" Captain Janeway: Let me guess! No-one else in the universe will have you!" Q: Nonsense! I could have chosen a Klingon targ! A Romulan empress! A Cyrillian microbe! Captain Janeway: Really? I beat out a single-celled organism? How flattering! Q: An overwhelming honour, isn't it?

Q: Oh, I see! This is one of those silly human rituals. You're playing hard to get! Captain Janeway: As far as you're concerned, Q, I'm impossible to get. Q: Goody! A challenge! This is going to be fun!

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