One parsec, sir. Close enough to smell them.
You mean — out here? At what you say is the end of the universe? Or do you see this as the beginning of it?
People are capable of doing two things at once.
“On behalf of the Bajoran Provisional Government -”
“And the Promenade Merchants’ Association -”
“We’d like to welcome you to Deep Space Nine.”
“You mean Terok Nor, don’t you?”
I have never questioned the orders or the intelligence of any representative of the Federation. Until now.
Spock, we’ve been friends for eighty years!
Sir, someone is stealing the Enterprise!
What? With the pearls intact?
You all have an hour to prepare for your last test.
I do not expect Captain Riker will present much of a challenge.
I’m designed to practice medicine as efficiently as possible. Small talk only compromises my performance.
This was your idea, wasn’t it?
Please state the nature of the medical emergency.
Data, I haven’t remembered a day for the last sixteen years.
Still distant. Still closing.
Riker here. Two to beam up.
Data! Data, SOMETHING’S GOT ME!
“The abduction I have done, according to our custom, for all to see.”
“That is not our way. Cowards take hostages. Klingons do not.”
…I have to interrogate him before he dies.