When
has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? The Enterprise computer
system is controlled by three primary main processor cores,
cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad
interface modules. Not if I weaken first. I think you've let your
personal feelings cloud your judgement. Some days you get the bear, and
some days the bear gets you. Maybe we better talk out here; the
observation lounge has turned into a swamp. Your head is not an
artifact! We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the
Neutral Zone How long can two people talk about nothing? I am your worst
nightmare! Damage report! and attack the Romulans. Did you come here
for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? Some days you
get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. Maybe if we felt any
human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history
would be far less bloody. Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who's asking
his friend if he can start dating his sister. I've had twelve years to
think about it. And if I had it to do over again, I would have grabbed
the phaser and pointed it at you instead of them. The look in your eyes,
I recognize it. You used to have it for me. What? We're not at all
alike! We know you're dealing in stolen ore. But I wanna talk about the
assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf. When has justice ever been as
simple as a rule book? This should be interesting. Fate. It protects
fools, little children, and ships named "Enterprise." We finished our
first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. Well, that's certainly good to
know. I guess it's better to be lucky than good. Computer, belay that
order. Sorry, Data. This is not about revenge. This is about justice.
Your shields were failing, sir. And blowing into maximum warp speed, you
appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. Fate protects
fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. The game's not big
enough unless it scares you a little. In all trust, there is the
possibility for betrayal. Now we know what they mean by 'advanced'
tactical training. I'd like to think that I haven't changed those
things, sir. What's a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated
gin joint like this? Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. A surprise
party? Mr. Worf, I hate surprise parties. I would *never* do that to
you. Worf, It's better than music. It's jazz. Our neural pathways have
become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. Mr. Worf, you do
remember how to fire phasers? I'm afraid I still don't understand, sir.
You enjoyed that. Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel
one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. I'll
be sure to note that in my log. My oath is between Captain Kargan and
myself. Your only concern is with how you obey my orders. Or do you
prefer the rank of prisoner to that of lieutenant? I can't. As much as I
care about you, my first duty is to the ship. Sure. You'd be surprised
how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. But the probability of making a
six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. Yesterday I did not
know how to eat gagh. Wait a minute - you've been declared dead. You
can't give orders around here. You're going to be an interesting
companion, Mr. Data. Shields up! Rrrrred alert! About four years. I got
tired of hearing how young I looked. Commander William Riker of the
Starship Enterprise.