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"Tom, I was wondering..."
"It wouldn't work. I'm sorry, B'Elanna. You see, Harry and I..."
"Oh.. Oh, right. Uhm. Wow. That explains..."
"Yeah. Well, it's not that you're not an attractive woman, B'Elanna. And, they said it might save your life, given the blood fever and all. But..."
"No. No. I understand. Thanks for... letting me down gently."
"You're my friend. I wouldn't want to lose that."
"Right. No worries there."
"Well, see you later then."
"Seven, what the hell are you doing here? Can't you see I'm busy."
"I was not aware you were in this Jefferies Tube, Lieutenant Torres. I will come back later."
"Wait. You haven't answered my question."
"The Doctor has instructed me to find hobbies. He suggested singing. I needed to make an adjustment to a power coupling and thought I might do both at the same time."
"You came down here to sing."
"And to make a modification, yes."
"I understand it is a somewhat common human pursuit. I have found that music has intriguing qualities."
"Have you heard the one about the Sailor and the Penguin?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I was joking and I suppose warning you. There are all types of songs Seven. Just be careful what you pick for an audience."
"Thank you for... caring, Lieutenant Torres."
"Go make your adjustment Seven. I have work to do."
"Lieutenant Torres, I have come to apologize."
"It was nothing."
"I bit you."
"I told you. It was nothing. It wasn't you..."
"Forget about it. I thought Borg didn't feel guilt. Look. Just... don't bother me with this."
"As you wish."
"Why are you carrying a Bat'Leth?"
"I'm going to the Holodeck to participate in a Holonovel."
"Look. It can be a multiplayer. Do you want to come?"
"I do not have a Bat'Leth."
"It's a Holodeck Seven. I think that I can whip one up for you."
"Look, do you want to come or not?"
"I would like to join you, Lieutenant."
"Oh hell, Seven, why did you do it?"
"He was aiming for you. I could not let the blaster shot strike you."
"Oh Damn it. You just... don't move. Don't you dare move."
"I am not going any where, Lieutenant."
"B'Elanna. You just ... saved my life. Call me B'Elanna."
"B'Elanna. Could you please hurry and call sick bay?"
"Right. We can do that. We have a ship. Damn it. No more jumping in front of Blasters, you hear me Seven."
"B'Elanna, would you consider..."
"Yes. Whatever it is. Yes."
"You don't know what I was going to ask."
"What were you going to ask?"
"Would you accompany me to the ship's function. I understand it is traditional to take someone that one cares about to such an event."
"You care about me."
"Yes. Very much."
"Then, I repeat. Yes. Whatever it is. Yes."
"I have been investigating the mating practices of..."
"What do you want to try now, Seven?"
"Well, it has been four hours since we last kissed. And we haven't ever fornicated. I was ..."
"Oh Kahless. Seven... come here, love. Just kiss me. Right now."
"Oh. Wow. You sure learn fast. That was a very nice kiss. Now, my lovely Borg, see that bed. We're going over there, where I am going to demonstrate to you fornication 101. which hereafter shall be called 'lovemaking.' Well, and maybe a few other things, once we get started. But still, does that sound like a good plan?"
"Yes, B'Elanna. I believe it sounds like a very good plan."
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