"I'm not sure I can do this anymore, Chakotay."
"Come on, Kathryn, it's not that bad."
"It is. It really is. The Cardassians could have worked for a hundred years and never come up with a worse torture than this."
"Don't you think you're exaggerating?"
"Not at all. If I'd have known what it would have lead to, I'd have had serious second thoughts about letting him come on board at all."
"You don't mean that," Chakotay smiled stoically, as Neelix chose that moment to approach their table, wielding a serving spoon and a pot.
"More leola root stew, captain?"