Star Trek: Voyager (1995–2001)
Tim Russ: Lt. Tuvok, Tulak, Tuvok
Tuvok : [after repelling a creature from Voyager's hull] It appears we have lost our sex appeal, Captain.
Tuvok : I am curious. Have the Q always had had an absence of manners, or is it the result of some natural evolutionary process that comes with omnipotence?
Tuvok : You're in love with a computer subroutine?
Tuvok : Shall I flog them as well?
Seven of Nine : Two hours, thirty seven minutes, thirteen seconds.
Tuvok : [puzzled look]
Seven of Nine : That's how long we've gone without verbal communication.
Tuvok : Why is that remarkable?
Seven of Nine : The doctor encourages me to engage in conversation during awkward silences.
Tuvok : Did you find the silence awkward?
Seven of Nine : No.
Tuvok : Nor did I.
Tuvok : Vulcans do not smile.
Tuvok : Vulcans do not dance.
Neelix : I don't suppose you've ever heard of the Vulcan Rumarie?
Tuvok : The Rumarie is an ancient pagan festival.
Neelix : Full of barely-clothed Vulcan men and women, covered in slippery Rillan grease, chasing one another.
Tuvok : That has not been observed for a millennium.
Neelix : Well, it's time to bring it back!
B'Elanna Torres : [over the com] Lieutenant Tuvok, report to engineering.
Tuvok : Acknowledged.
Neelix : [shouting after Tuvok] I've been thinking of a Rumarie theme for the mess hall next week. Lots of high-fat, greasy foods, and if people want to take off their clothes and chase one another... Well, it certainly wouldn't hurt morale around here.
Neelix : Why don't we sing a song while we toil, hm? It'll cheer you up. Now, I've been studying Vulcan music. Do you know that lovely tune that starts "Oh starless night of boundless black...
Tuvok : That "lovely tune" is a traditional funeral dirge.
Neelix : I know. But it was the, er... the most cheerful song I could find in the Vulcan database.