"Augh! What UNCOURTLY DECOR! Every object is a POLYCHROME!"
"Put a BUNG in it, Doctor. What about the MAIMING?"
"The SEVERANCE? That symptom rings a BELL – Captain, my ABSORPTIOMETRIC TEST indicates the cause is a mutant PNEUMOENCEPHALITIS virus, probably carried on that alien meteor. Fortunately, it only affects the PORTLIEST humanoids."
"Warn Neelix to stay on the ship. An alien meteor? Not a local or DISTRICT one?"
"No, Captain. The ROTATIONAL EVOLUTE of its trajectory puts its origin outside this star system – a WINDBLOWN STRAVAIGER of space, like ourselves."
"Nice METAPHOR. Can you cure it?"
"I believe so. THE LOCATED VARIANCE STOPS BENEATH THE REFRESHING VIRUS. Bearing that in mind, we can achieve a SATISFACTORY RETROACTION by inverting the phase harmonics of our standard anabolic protoplaser –
"Excellent. Get right on that, Doctor."
"Won't help us get back to EARTH, though, will it?"
"Let's not get in a MIFF, Doctor. This is still the most coherent dialogue we've had on Star Trek: Voyager in a long while."
"Huh. Some evil editor will probably cut it."