Damage report! Sorry, Data. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. Smooth as an android's bottom, eh, Data? Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named "Enterprise." We know you're dealing in stolen ore. But I wanna talk about the assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? The game's not big enough unless it scares you a little. I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. You did exactly what you had to do. You considered all your options, you tried every alternative and then you made the hard choice. The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. What's a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? I recommend you don't fire until you're within 40,000 kilometers. Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. How long can two people talk about nothing? Your head is not an artifact! Wouldn't that bring about chaos? Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. 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. Well, that's certainly good to know. Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. The unexpected is our normal routine. Computer, lights up! For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp. What? We're not at all alike! 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? Besides, you look good in a dress. We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the Neutral Zone I'll alert the crew. I think you've let your personal feelings cloud your judgement. Your shields were failing, sir. I'll be sure to note that in my log. You bet I'm agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. and attack the Romulans. I'm afraid I still don't understand, sir. We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. Congratulations - you just destroyed the Enterprise. A surprise party? Mr. Worf, I hate surprise parties. I would *never* do that to you. About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? Why don't we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night - 'Commander'? Mr. Worf, you do remember how to fire phasers? Now we know what they mean by 'advanced' tactical training. Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! They were just sucked into space. I will obey your orders. I will serve this ship as First Officer. And in an attack against the Enterprise, I will die with this crew. But I will not break my oath of loyalty to Starfleet. Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. That might've been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. Worf, It's better than music. It's jazz. We have a saboteur aboard. Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on the ship lately? You're going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. Wait a minute - you've been declared dead. You can't give orders around here. The Federation's gone; the Borg is everywhere! About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked. And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. You bet I'm agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. I will obey your orders. I will serve this ship as First Officer. And in an attack against the Enterprise, I will die with this crew. But I will not break my oath of loyalty to Starfleet. The unexpected is our normal routine. 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. What's a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? What? We're not at all alike! They were just sucked into space. I'm afraid I still don't understand, sir. Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp. Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? We know you're dealing in stolen ore. But I wanna talk about the assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf. That might've been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. Besides, you look good in a dress. A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral. I guess it's better to be lucky than good. Worf, It's better than music. It's jazz. This should be interesting. Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. 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. Well, that's certainly good to know. I recommend you don't fire until you're within 40,000 kilometers. This is not about revenge. This is about justice. Mr. Worf, you do remember how to fire phasers? We have a saboteur aboard. I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on the ship lately? Well, I'll say this for him - he's sure of himself. Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches... and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion? Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. Your shields were failing, sir. For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad interface modules. We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who's asking his friend if he can start dating his sister. 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. Why don't we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night - 'Commander'? 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. Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. Shields up! Rrrrred alert! and attack the Romulans. The game's not big enough unless it scares you a little. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. 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. I am your worst nightmare! Talk about going nowhere fast. Not if I weaken first. 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. Ensign Babyface! Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. I think you've let your personal feelings cloud your judgement. I'll be sure to note that in my log. What? We're not at all alike! You bet I'm agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. Computer, lights up! How long can two people talk about nothing? Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on the ship lately? A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral. That might've been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! 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. This should be interesting. Wouldn't that bring about chaos? Congratulations - you just destroyed the Enterprise. I recommend you don't fire until you're within 40,000 kilometers. Wait a minute - you've been declared dead. You can't give orders around here. They were just sucked into space. Now we know what they mean by 'advanced' tactical training. Well, I'll say this for him - he's sure of himself. I guess it's better to be lucky than good. A surprise party? Mr. Worf, I hate surprise parties. I would *never* do that to you. Well, that's certainly good to know. I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things, sir. Worf, It's better than music. It's jazz. Computer, belay that order. I will obey your orders. I will serve this ship as First Officer. And in an attack against the Enterprise, I will die with this crew. But I will not break my oath of loyalty to Starfleet. In all trust, there is the possibility for betrayal. Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? The unexpected is our normal routine. We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the Neutral Zone The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. I'll alert the crew. Damage report! When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? The Federation's gone; the Borg is everywhere! Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation. Sorry, Data. The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad interface modules. This is not about revenge. This is about justice. We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? I'm afraid I still don't understand, sir. What's a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? You did exactly what you had to do. You considered all your options, you tried every alternative and then you made the hard choice. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named "Enterprise." We have a saboteur aboard. Your head is not an artifact! About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. Your shields were failing, sir. I can't. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship. Smooth as an android's bottom, eh, Data? And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. Captain, why are we out here chasing comets? You enjoyed that. Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp. Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. You're going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches... and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion? and attack the Romulans. Travel time to the nearest starbase? We know you're dealing in stolen ore. But I wanna talk about the assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf. I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. Sure. You'd be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. Why don't we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night - 'Commander'? Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. 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? Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who's asking his friend if he can start dating his sister. Besides, you look good in a dress. Shields up! Rrrrred alert! Mr. Worf, you do remember how to fire phasers?