- [the Doctor scans a malfunctioning gel pack]
- The Doctor: A-ha!
- B'Elanna Torres: What?
- The Doctor: The patient is sick.
- B'Elanna Torres: Can you be more specific?
- The Doctor: To discuss the patient's condition in front of the patient would be a serious breach of professional etiquette. It's been suggested that I cultivate a greater sensitivity to my patients' needs.
- The Doctor: [to the gel pack] Don't worry, my little friend...
- B'Elanna Torres: Doctor.
- The Doctor: Very well...
- Crewman Kenneth Dalby: Look, Commander, you know as well as I do that we're used to playing with a different rule book. There's the Starfleet way, and there's the Maquis way.
- Commander Chakotay: And you want to do things the Maquis way?
- Crewman Kenneth Dalby: That's right. That's always worked for us.
- [without warning, Chakotay punches Dalby in the face]
- Commander Chakotay: That's the Maquis way too, isn't it? And if you wanna keep doing it the Maquis way, that's fine with me. We can do that tomorrow, the next day, every day until you report to Lieutenant Tuvok. You understand me?
- Lieutenant Tuvok: [after the Maquis crew has failed in a battle simulation] Your first command together was less than successful. You are all dead.
- Neelix: I feel that my services as morale officer are required.
- Lieutenant Tuvok: I assure you, you are wrong.
- Neelix: Oh, really? Hm... One, no cup of tea; two, no PADD; three, you're sitting on the opposite side from usual. All of that tells me you've got something on your mind, and what tells me that it's making you miserable is that cloud of doom that's rising from you like a ground fog.
- Lieutenant Tuvok: I cannot imagine that there are visible emanations which allow you to interpret my mood. You are making wild assumptions.
- [as an allegory, Neelix shows Tuvok some of his plants, some of which have flexible stems, others rather brittle ones]
- Lieutenant Tuvok: You're saying that the Maquis crew is rigid and inflexible, that they will never adjust to Starfleet rules?
- Neelix: No, Mr. Vulcan. I'm saying that YOU are rigid and inflexible; but, maybe if you'd learn to bend a little, you might have better luck with your class.
- [last lines]
- [Tuvok has risked his life to get Gerron out of a cargo bay filled with toxic gas]
- Crewman Kenneth Dalby: I thought Starfleet rules said that was an unacceptable risk, going back to save him.
- Lieutenant Tuvok: It was; however, I recently realized that there are times when it is desirable to bend the rules.
- Crewman Kenneth Dalby: Lieutenant, if you can learn to bend the rules, I guess we can learn to follow them. C'mon, let's get you two to sickbay.
- Crewman Mariah Henley: [when running laps around the deck] My legs feel like lead pipes!
- Crewman Kenneth Dalby: Don't think about it. Keep your mind on something else.
- Crewman Mariah Henley: How about the pain in my shoulders?
- [Tuvok has reprimanded Crewman Dalby for not acting according to Starfleet protocol]
- Crewman Kenneth Dalby: I was in the area, I saw a malfunctioning gel pack and I fixed it. What's the problem?
- Lieutenant Tuvok: Your repair interrupted a number of ship's functions. That is the problem.
- Crewman Kenneth Dalby: I guess I'm used to doing things a little differently. On our ship, when something went wrong, you fixed it.
- Lieutenant Tuvok: I would remind you, Mr. Dalby, that you are no longer on a Maquis ship.
- Crewman Kenneth Dalby: I'm well aware of that, Lieutenant, and every minute of every day I regret it. I was just trying to do my job, trying to help out. If that goes against Starfleet's almighty rules, then put me in the brig; otherwise, leave me alone!
- [Janeway assigns Tuvok to give some former Maquis members field training in Starfleet protocol and procedures]
- Commander Chakotay: Don't worry, Tuvok. I'll tell 'em "take it easy" on you.
- B'Elanna Torres: Chell - what are you doing?
- Crewman Chell: Mr. Tuvok ordered me to degauss the entire transporter room.
- B'Elanna Torres: But you're using a micro-resonator.
- Crewman Chell: [sardonically] I know.
- B'Elanna Torres: Why don't you use the magneton scanner? You'd be done in five minutes.
- Ensign Harry Kim: Tuvok told him to use the micro-resonator.
- B'Elanna Torres: But he'll be at it for hours.
- Crewman Chell: Mr... Tuvok estimated 26.3 hours.
- Ensign Harry Kim: Sounds like a Tuvok estimate.
- Captain Kathryn Janeway: It's not fair to expect Starfleet behavior from people who never went to the Academy.
