It’s hard to keep a secret in Ops, especially when you’ve been shouting at a monitor for the past two days.
You know Worf, you’d make a perfect throw rug in Nottingham Castle.
With all due respect, sir, I’m the Security Chief on this ship — unless you’re planning to make a change?
What’s the meaning of all of this?
I mean, was it personal, or what? Because I didn’t show you my car?
My war is never over.
That’s as good a way to die as any.
We had not believed this possible.
Yes, I do have that effect on people.
On my command.
Wait for it…
Yeah, now you’re catching on: the Destructo Beam on my rocket ship can disable the Death Ray, but only if someone gets inside the Fortress of Doom and can shut down the Lightning Shield!
All I’ve got left is my bones.
Literally. I can count the fractures, if you’d like.
“You mean D’Ghor has been plotting and scheming like a F…”
“Like… A Ferengi!”
What, does it make an alternate cinematic timeline that runs concurrent to our own, but with, like, different people playing younger versions of us?
The Jean-Luc Picard you wanted to be — the one who did not fight the Nausicaan — had quite a different career from the one you remember.
Captain, we don’t have any torpedoes.
In my cabin is a device that will make you invincible.
Commander La Forge needs you in sickbay.