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"Futures End Part II"
	I'm a Doctor not a database.

I'm not programmed to make small talk.

I've been equipped with an autonomous self-sustaining mobile emitter. In short… I am footless and fancy-free.

Take the bridge Mr. Kim it should be second nature to you by now..

	Doctor can you get down there.
	How exactly do I get to torpedo tube one?

	You know Captain I always wanted a little more privacy, perhaps under the circumstances my own quarters?
	One step at a time Doctor.

	Tom: You should have seen it when the parking enforcement officer came over to the van. Tuvok tried to use pure Vulcan logic to talk her out of giving us a citation.
	Did it work?
	Of course not.
	Giving Mr. Paris's alleged familiarity with 20th century America it's a wonder we've survived at all.
	Tuvok has anyone ever told you…. You're a freakosaurus.

"Warlord"

"The Q and the Grey"
	All I can say is …. Wow! What about you Mr. Vulcan is it just … Wow!
	You're inarticulate expression of all not withstanding Mr. Neelix. It was a fascinating spectacle.

Just remember Kes, anyone can stargaze on the bridge even a hologram with a mobile emitter, but the real action will always be in sickbay.

	Janeway to security 'Intruder alert'.
	There's no need to call room service Kathy I already ordered.
	Oh Q.
	You did say you wanted Champagne.
	Janeway to security 'Intruder Alert'.
	Oh it's no use I've taken the phone of the hook. After all we don't want any interruptions.
	What are you doing here?
	The night is young and the sheets are satin.
	I want you out but first get rid of this bed.
	I have no intention of getting between those Starfleet issue sheets. They give me terrible rash.
	Oh since you're not getting into my bed I wouldn't worry about it.
	Oh Kathy don't be such a prude. Admit it, it has been a while.
	And it will be a little while longer, now get out!
	So tense, why don't you slip into something more comfortable.
	If you think this puerile attempt is going to work you're even more self deluded then I thought.
	Oh I see you think I'm interested in some taundry one night stand. That's because I haven't told you why I'm here yet. Out of all the females, of all the species, in all the galaxies. I have chosen you to be the mother of my child. I know that you're probably asking yourself; Why would a brilliant, handsome, dashing, opnipitant being like Q want to mate with a bipedal species like me.
	Let me guess, nobody in the universe will have you.
	Nonsense, I could have chosen a Klingon Targ, a Romulan empress a Cyrilian Microbe.
	Really? I lead out of an single celled organism. How flattering.
	It's an overwhelming honor isn't it. I can't get you out of my mind. You are confident, passionate, beautiful.
	And totally uninterested.
	Kathy you can't leave. My cosmic clock is ticking. Besides you have no idea what you're missing. Foreplay with a Q can last for decades.
	Sorry, but I'm busy for the next 60 or 70 years.
	Oh I see it's one of those silly humans rituals. You're playing hard to get.
	As far as your concerned Q, I'm impossible to get.
	Goody a challenge this is going to be fun.

	I do believe you're jealous. Why didn't you tell me there was another man?
	There isn't. I'm just not interested in you.
	I was wondering Kathy, what could you possibly see in this big goof anyway? Is it the tattoo? Because mines bigger.
	Not big enough.

FemaleQ: he Vulcan talent for stating the obvious never ceases to amaze me.

FemaleQ: Tossed aside for someone 5 billion years younger.

FemaleQ: You know I always liked Klingon females, you've got such spunk. (to Torres).

FemaleQ: You…. Helmboy. (To Tom)

FemaleQ: You're so negative. (To Tuvok)

	Oh I'm hit... I'm dying.
	Q there not firing at us.
	There not?

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