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Picard: "Who the
hell are we to determine the next course of evolution
for these people?!" |
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Picard: "I
don't know how they do it on Deep Space Nine, but on the
Enterprise, we still report for duty on time." |
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Picard: "How many
people does it take before it becomes wrong?
A thousand? Fifty thousand? A million?! How many people does
it take, Admiral?!" |
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Worf: "Captain, the
Son'a crew would like negotiate a cease-fire. It may
have something to do with the fact that we have three
minutes of air left." |
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Worf: "Definitely
feeling aggressive tendencies, sir!" |
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Picard: "Did
your people's mental abilities develop here?"
Anij: "More questions. Always the explorer." |
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Picard:
"Return to your quarters. That's an order."
Riker: "No uniform, no orders." |
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Data: "I feel obliged to
point out that the environmental anomalies may have
stimulated certain rebellious instincts common to youth,
which could affect everyone's judgment. . .except mine
of course."
Beverly: "OK, Data. What do you think
we should do?"
Data: "Saddle up . . .
lock and load!" |
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Riker: "Our
guests have arrived. They're eating the floral
arrangements on the banquet tables." |
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Picard:
"Perhaps we should have the chef whip up a light
balsamic vinaigrette? Something that goes well with
chrysanthemums?" |
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Data: "In the event of a
water landing, I have been designed to serve as a
floatation device." |
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Geordi: "You
know I've never seen a sunrise. . .at least, not the way
you see them." |
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Picard:
"Anij. . .stay with me. . .don't let go of this moment.
. ." |
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Anij:
"I wonder if you're aware of the trust you engender,
Jean-Luc Picard?" |
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Picard: "Mr.
Worf, do you know Gilbert and Sullivan?
Worf:
"No, sir. I haven't had a chance to meet all the
new crew members since I have been back." |
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Ru'afo:
"Federation support, Federation procedures, Federation
rules! Look in the mirror, Admiral! The Federation is
old! In the past twenty-four months, they've been
challenged by every major power in the quadrant: The
Borg, the Cardassians, the Dominion. They all smell the
scent of death on the Federation! That is why you have
embraced our offer, because it will give your dear
Federation new life. Well, how badly do you want it,
Admiral? Because there are hard choices to be made,
now." |
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Picard: "You've
brought the Federation into the middle of a blood feud,
Admiral. The children have returned to expel their
parents just as they were once expelled, except that
Ru'afo's need for revenge has now escalated into
parricide!" |
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Ru'afo: "In six hours,
every living thing in this system will be dead or dying!" |
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Picard: "If a
court-martial is the only way to let the people of the
Federation know what is happening here, I welcome it." |
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Picard: "Can
anyone remember when we used to be explorers?" |
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Troi: "Do you
really need counseling, or did you come down here to
play?" |
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Picard: "Let's
move these people out!" |
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(Data
overhears a conversation between Beverly and Deanna)
Troi: "Have you
noticed how your boobs have started to firm up?"
Beverly: "Not
that we care about such things in this day and age."
Troi:
"Uh-huh."
Beverly: "Thank you, Data."
(Data walks off) |
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Worf: "I have an odd craving for the blood of a live
kohlarr beast. This environment must be affecting
me again."
Data: "And have you noticed how your boobs have
started to firm up? Not that we care about.." |
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