[Tom has created a 20th-century movie theater on the holodeck]
Tom Paris: [handing B'Elanna a pair of glasses] These will make the images on the screen appear three-dimensional.
B'Elanna Torres: Let me get this straight: you've gone to all this trouble to program a three-dimensional environment that projects a two-dimensional image, and now you're asking me to wear these, to make it look three-dimensional again?
Tom Paris: Great, isn't it?
Captain Kathryn Janeway: I've been meaning to ask you: how did you know that phaser wasn't charged?
Tuvok: Chakotay doubted my loyalty. He wouldn't have given me an active weapon.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: Not exactly ironclad logic.
Tuvok: Call it... a hunch.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: Remind me to pay more attention to your hunches.
[three crew members have mysteriously gone into a coma]
The Doctor: If this keeps up, I may have to open a special coma ward.
[Paris and Kim have created a negative image of Tabor's aggressor via photon displacement]
Tuvok: Can you extrapolate the assailant's height and weight?
Harry Kim: I'd say between 170 and 190 centimeters, maybe 75 kilograms.
Tom Paris: That describes about half the members of the crew.
Harry Kim: At least we can rule out Naomi Wildman.
Chakotay: I remember ordering everyone to work in pairs. Where's your partner?
Crewman Chell: Uh, she's, uh, uh...
Chakotay: Who's your partner?
Crewman Chell: Lieutenant Torres. I told her we shouldn't split up, sir, but she said she could handle herself. You know how stubborn she can be.
Chakotay: I have a vague idea.
Tuvok: This investigation is... perplexing. It defies logic.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: I'm beginning to think our perpetrator is a ghost.
Tuvok: Perhaps we should conduct a séance.
Tuvok: The attacks began shortly after we received the last data stream. Your letter was part of that transmission.
Harry Kim: A lot of people got letters.
Tuvok: 28, to be exact. But only six of them match the physical parameters of the photon displacement.
Harry Kim: Am I a suspect?
Tuvok: According to the letter, your friend Mr. Soroyan was killed by the Maquis a number of years ago.
Harry Kim: You got me, Tuvok. I confess. I was so distraught after hearing Max's name that I fired my Captain Proton comatizer at every Maquis I could find.
Doyle: I've never trusted the Vulcan. He's betrayed us before.
B'Elanna Torres: He was doing his job.
Doyle: He didn't care about the Maquis back then. Why should he now?
B'Elanna Torres: We're not Maquis anymore.
Doyle: Tell that to our friends in sickbay.
B'Elanna Torres: Oh, come on, we put our differences aside seven years ago. It's ancient history.
Crewman Chell: Maybe history is repeating itself.
The Doctor: Well, you'd better find a way to protect the rest of the Maquis. I'm running out of beds.
Tuvok: [of the assailant] I have worked meticulously, yet he has outwitted me each time.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: How can you be sure it's a 'he'?
Tuvok: I can't. But I am.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: Another hunch?
Tuvok: I can almost sense his presence. It's as though he's challenging me to find him.
Harry Kim: Good to see you, Commander.
Chakotay: It's good to be back.
[stuns Kim and every other officer on the bridge]
Captain Kathryn Janeway: What's Teero done to you?
Chakotay: He simply helped us remember who we are. We're Maquis. We've always been Maquis.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: The rebellion ended three years ago, you know that.
Chakotay: In the Alpha Quadrant, maybe. Not on this ship.
Tuvok: [in his flashback] What do you want?
Teero: You. You're the perfect subject.
Tuvok: For what?
Teero: I'm a student of the mind. Yours is remarkable - disciplined, orderly. On the surface, that is. Beneath - boiling emotions, repressed violence. In a sense, you're two different men. One I could never hope to manipulate. But the other...
Tuvok: I have been trained to resist mind control.
Teero: That's the rational, logical part of you at work. But I want to reach your inner fire - your spirit.
B'Elanna Torres: [after stepping in some holographic chewing gum] There is such a thing as too much authenticity.
Teero: The Prophets sing, "This is a holy time: B'tanay, the time of awakening. Return to that dark place from which all life springs. A primal energy charges your blood, an energy of rebirth. The mind awakens, and focuses on its task. Pagh'tem'far, B'tanay. Pagh'tem'far, B'tanay..."