Captain Janeway says...
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At ease before you sprain something.
This is my ship and my decision.
I haven't decided whether I like you at all.
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!
Either I've become impervious to anti-matter explosions, or we're still dreaming.
With all due respect, unless you've got something a little bigger in your torpedo tubes, I'm not turning this ship around.
We've proven ourselves against the Borg once before - twice before. But we're always the ones under attack. I think it's time to do a little assimilating of our own.
Starfleet captains don't easily succumb... to fear.
Sorry. These lab rats are fighting back!
There's a time and a place for philosophical discussion. Two in the morning in my quarters isn't one of them
That's a Starfleet expression for 'get out'!
Coffee: the finest organic suspension ever devised...I beat the Borg with it