Then I hope pain is something you enjoy.
Make it brighter.
There are five lights. How many do you see now?
That’s the short definition of “captain.”
“I want this ship ready for action, and I don’t have time to give Will Riker or anyone else a chance; and, forgive me for being blunt, but: the Enterprise is mine, now.”
Warp four.
From here, we’ll move even faster — and, Captain, notice the chronometers: they’ve started backward; minute by minute, the speed of time passage will now increase.
I’m picking up some odd energy fluctuations.
Anti-time, sir?
Captain Proton, Spaceman First Class, Protector of Earth, Scourge of Intergalactic Evil, at your service!
We’re roughly about the same age, but in our society he’d be useless; archaic.
You feel nothing?
Yes. But we’re not in that position yet.
Maybe the Prophets don’t recognize you with the new beard.
You’re a man of integrity in both universes, Mister Spock.
Now Picard’s en route to a planet that’s days away at maximum warp, don’t ask me how - and I’m tractor-locked onto a Borg cube full of Romulans!
That means you two are trapped here — and I’m not accepting any excuses for your not dining with me.
We’re stuck with each other.
He means it’s cold.
…apparently, Captain, so are we.