Oh, the redoubtable Commander Riker! And Micro Brain! Growl for me; show me you still care.
Is that an offer or a joke?
We’re ready.
They’ll throw away the key!
Haaaaaarcourt Fenton Mudd!
We already know that T’lyn can throw down.
Enterprise…I’ll never get tired of saying that name.
I speak of rights. A machine has none. A man must!
Teresa of old age. Rios slightly younger, in a Moroccan bar fight, over medical supplies.
What’s wrong, Commander? You having second thoughts about betraying your comrades?
I never betrayed you! At least, not in my heart! Why do you think I came here? I came here because I thought the Romulans were trying to kill you. I came here… to save you.
Try and cross brains with Spock, he’ll cut you to pieces every time.
Is the parking brake on?
Not the best way to meet your new captain.
Asking favors of the Vulcans usually ends up carrying too high a price.
Are you serious?
I am for you, Alrik of Valt.
The hull of the shuttle is made of titanium alloy.
So that’s the way we do it now – sweep this whole thing under the rug and me along with it! Not on your life. I intend to fight.
WORF: Sir, if a man were not afraid of the truth, he would answer.
PICARD: Oh, no. We cannot allow ourselves think that. The Seventh Guarantee is one of the most important rights granted by the Federation. We cannot take a fundamental principle of the Constitution and turn it against a citizen.
WORF: Sir, the Federation does have enemies. We must seek them out.
PICARD: Oh, yes. That’s how it starts. But the road from legitimate suspicion to rampant paranoia is very much shorter than we think. Something is wrong here, Mister Worf. I don’t like what we have become.