You
did exactly what you had to do. You considered all your options, you
tried every alternative and then you made the hard choice. For an
android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. Not
if I weaken first. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships
named "Enterprise." Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer
for 75 years? Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets
you. Mr. Worf, you do remember how to fire phasers? Yes, absolutely, I
do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! In all trust, there is the possibility
for betrayal. Congratulations - you just destroyed the Enterprise.
Smooth as an android's bottom, eh, Data? Flair is what marks the
difference between artistry and mere competence. What? We're not at all
alike! How long can two people talk about nothing? Computer, belay that
order. Your shields were failing, sir. I am your worst nightmare! But
the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a
seven. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? I guess it's
better to be lucky than good. The Federation's gone; the Borg is
everywhere! Wouldn't that bring about chaos? Earl Grey tea, watercress
sandwiches... and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion? Sure.
You'd be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. This should
be interesting. 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. Captain, why are we out here chasing comets? A lot of
things can change in twelve years, Admiral. We have a saboteur aboard.
About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked. Commander
William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. Did you come here for
something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? and attack the
Romulans. We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the
Neutral Zone Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. I'm afraid I still
don't understand, sir. 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. Yesterday I
did not know how to eat gagh. Computer, lights up! They were just
sucked into space. Why don't we just give everybody a promotion and call
it a night - 'Commander'? The game's not big enough unless it scares
you a little. I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things,
sir. 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. Besides, you look
good in a dress. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book?
Your head is not an artifact! We know you're dealing in stolen ore. But I
wanna talk about the assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf. The
Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor
cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen
kiloquad interface modules. Well, I'll say this for him - he's sure of
himself. The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for
me. Worf, It's better than music. It's jazz. You bet I'm agitated! I may
be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. Travel time to the
nearest starbase? Damage report! Talk about going nowhere fast. Now we
know what they mean by 'advanced' tactical training. Wait a minute -
you've been declared dead. You can't give orders around here. Is it my
imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on the ship lately?
Ensign Babyface! Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who's asking his friend
if he can start dating his sister. The unexpected is our normal routine.
I'll be sure to note that in my log. This is not about revenge. This is
about justice. That might've been one of the shortest assignments in
the history of Starfleet. Maybe we better talk out here; the observation
lounge has turned into a swamp. Then maybe you should consider this: if
anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full
investigation. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named
Enterprise. What's a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated
gin joint like this? Well, that's certainly good to know. Now, how the
hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves?
We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. You enjoyed
that.