Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. Besides, you look good in a dress. I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things, sir. Well, that's certainly good to know. Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. Smooth as an android's bottom, eh, Data? The Federation's gone; the Borg is everywhere! They were just sucked into space. Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. A surprise party? Mr. Worf, I hate surprise parties. I would *never* do that to you. You did exactly what you had to do. You considered all your options, you tried every alternative and then you made the hard choice. The unexpected is our normal routine. Sure. You'd be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. This should be interesting. You're going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. I guess it's better to be lucky than good. Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? Congratulations - you just destroyed the Enterprise. My oath is between Captain Kargan and myself. Your only concern is with how you obey my orders. Or do you prefer the rank of prisoner to that of lieutenant? Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. Captain, why are we out here chasing comets? Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? The game's not big enough unless it scares you a little. Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches... and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion? What's a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? Ensign Babyface! Now we know what they mean by 'advanced' tactical training. Mr. Worf, you do remember how to fire phasers? I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. I will obey your orders. I will serve this ship as First Officer. And in an attack against the Enterprise, I will die with this crew. But I will not break my oath of loyalty to Starfleet. You enjoyed that. Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. I can't. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship. For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. Not if I weaken first. We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the Neutral Zone Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. You bet I'm agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. We know you're dealing in stolen ore. But I wanna talk about the assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf. Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. I recommend you don't fire until you're within 40,000 kilometers. Your head is not an artifact! Wait a minute - you've been declared dead. You can't give orders around here. Shields up! Rrrrred alert! Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation. This is not about revenge. This is about justice. Why don't we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night - 'Commander'? The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad interface modules. That might've been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. Wouldn't that bring about chaos? We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. How long can two people talk about nothing? Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who's asking his friend if he can start dating his sister. I am your worst nightmare! Worf, It's better than music. It's jazz.