| Subadhar Gallatin | Is this how a Federation officer pleads for his life? | |
| Jean-Luc Picard |
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I am not pleading for my life. I am pleading for yours. |
| William T. Riker |
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Do you think when we get away from this metaphasic radiation, it'll change the way we feel? |
| Worf |
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Your feelings about her have not changed since the day I met you, Commander. This place just let them out for a little fresh air. |
| Jean-Luc Picard |
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You've brought the Federation in the middle of a blood feud, Admiral. The children have returned to expel their elders, just as they were once expelled, except that Ru'afo's need for revenge has now escalated into patricide. |
| Admiral Matthew Dougherty | It... was for the Federation. It was all for the Federation. |
| Admiral Matthew Dougherty | Order them to surrender, and I promise, you won't be court-martialed. | |
| Jean-Luc Picard |
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If a court-martial is the only way to let the people of the Federation know what is happening here, I welcome it. |
| Deanna Troi |
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Have you noticed how your boobs have started to firm up? |
| Beverly Crusher |
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Not that we care about such things in this day and age. |
| Deanna Troi |
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Uh-huh. |
| Data |
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I feel obliged to point out that the environmental anomalies may have stimulated certain rebellious instincts common to youth, which could affect everyone's judgement... Except mine, of course. |
| Beverly Crusher |
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Okay, Data, what do you think we should do? |
| Data |
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Saddle up. Lock and load! |
| Anij | Help! I can't swim! | |
| Jean-Luc Picard |
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Don't panic! |
| Anij | I've been shot at, thrown into a lake out of a ship that's come to abduct us... what's there to panic about? | |
| Data |
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In the event of a water landing, I have been designed to serve as a flotation device. |
| Jean-Luc Picard |
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Can anyone remember when we used to be explorers? |
| Jean-Luc Picard |
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Mr. Worf, destroy that thing. |
| William T. Riker |
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We're through running from these bastards. |
| Adhar Ru'afo | Federation support. Federation procedures. Federation rules. Look in the mirror, Admiral. The Federation is old. In the past 24 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's why you've 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. If the Enterprise gets the news to the Federation about their brave captain's valiant struggle on behalf of the defenseless Ba'ku, your Federation's politicians will waiver. Your Federation opinion polls will open a public debate. Your Federation allies will want their say. You... need I go on? |
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