Maybe I am no father, and you’re no son.
I’m glad we agree on something.
What’s a knockout like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this?
It was for your own good; it was time for you to stop playing around with holograms, and start playing around with the real thing.
I was afraid of that, M’Ress.
Most everybody just calls me “Castillo.” My mother calls me “Richard.”
It’s been my special pleasure to see many new officers like yourself come through these portals. Your parents must be very proud, my boy.
These stones are signposts… to help point the way back.
There are precedents in nature, Captain. The giant eel-birds of Regulus Five: once each eleven years, they must return to the caverns where they hatched. On your Earth, the salmon: they must return to that one stream where they were born, to spawn or die in trying.
“YOU LIE! On Ceti Alpha Five, there was life! A fair shot–”
“THIS IS CETI ALPHA FIVE!”
…so, are you here on business or pleasure?
Is there a difference?
Eventually, you may have to let someone die.
Aren’t you gonna take the chair?
This apartment, my clothes, weapons, even my valet were provided to me by my government.
I actually envied that about you.
Our roles are reversed, aren’t they, Data?
I think I joined the wrong intelligence service.
That’s about the saddest story I ever heard.
I just wanted to fly under the radar.