All the things he could tell us. All the things he would like to tell us.
Danger… Gomtuu… Do not allow!
I’m offering you a practical heaven — a new paradise! — and all I need is your help.
Can I cook or can’t I?
You’re supposed to be infallible!
My mother… I could never tell her I loved her.
That’s what he — that’s what the other Picard — must have thought.
I’m the wife of a Teer.
But I made a mistake, and now the blood of everybody he’s killed is on my hands.
"An incident?"
“Do we report this, sir?”
“Are you kidding?”
I can taste sounds?
Murderers! Assassins!
This… computer… must… die.
Right next to the Dog-Faced Boy!
You have a singular wit, Doctor.
Congratulations. You look like a fucking scratching post.
I came that close to winning, Data.
Baby needs a new pair of shoes.
Is everything okay?
Scotty, as good as your word.