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Picard: "Captain's log, stardate 41153.7: Our destination is planet Deneb IV, beyond which lies the great unexplored mass of the galaxy. My orders are to examine Farpoint..."
Q: "Thou art notified that thy kind hath infiltrated the galaxy too far already. Thou art directed to return to thine own solar system immediately."
Picard: "Captain's log, supplementary: The frozen form of Lieutenant Torres has been rushes to sickbay. The question now is the incredible power of the Q-being. Do we dare oppose it?"
Worf: "And now a personal request, Sir. Permission to clean up the bridge."
Worf: "I am a Klingon, Sir. For me to seek escape while my captain goes into battle..."
Picard: "You are a Starfleet officer, Lieutenant."
Worf: "Aye, Sir."
Picard: "Captain's log, stardate 41153.7: Preparing to detach saucer section, so that families and a majority of the ship's company can seek safety, while the vessel's stardrive, containing the battle bridge and main armaments, will turn back and confront the mystery that is threatening us."
Picard: "Commander, signal the following in all languages and on all frequencies: 'We surrender.' State that we are not asking for any terms or conditions."
Q: "The prisoners will not be harmed . . . until they are found guilty."
[to guards] "Dispose of that."
Q: "You will now answer to the charge of being a grievously savage race."
Picard: "A fairly routine maneuver, but you handled it quite well."
Riker: "Thank you, Sir. I hope I showed some promise."
Picard: "I do have some questions for you, however."
Riker: "Yes, Sir, I thought you might."
Picard: "I see in your file that Captain DeSoto thinks very highly of you. One curious thing, however, you refused to let him beam down to Altair Three."
Riker: "In my opinion, sir, Altair Three was too dangerous to risk exposing the Captain."
Picard: "I see. A Captain's rank means nothing to you."
Riker: "Rather the reverse, sir. But a Captain's life means a great deal to me."
Picard: "Isn't it just possible that you don't get to be a Starfleet Captain without knowing whether it's safe to beam down or not?
Isn't it a little presumptuous of a first officer to second guess his captain's judgment?"
Riker: "Permission to speak candidly, sir?"
Picard: "Always."
Riker: "Having been a first officer yourself, you know that assuming that responsibility must by definition include the safety of the captain. I have no problem with following any rules you lay
down, short of compromising your safety."
Picard: "And you don't intend to back off that position?"
Riker: "No, sir..."
Picard: "One further thing. A special favor."
Riker: "Anything, sir."
Picard: "Using the same kind of strength you showed with Captain DeSoto, I would appreciate it if you can keep me from making an
ass of myself with children."
Riker: "Sir?"
Picard: "I'm not a family man, Riker, and yet, Starfleet has given me a ship with children aboard."
Riker: "Yes, sir."
Picard: "And I don't feel comfortable with children. But, since a captain needs an image of geniality, you're to see that's what I project."
Riker: "Aye, sir."
Picard: "Welcome to the Enterprise, Commander Riker."
McCoy: "Have you got some reason that you want my atoms scattered all over space, boy?"
Data: "No, Sir. But at your age, Sir, I thought you shouldn't have to put up with the time and trouble of a shuttle craft."
McCoy: "Hold it right there, boy."
Data: "Sir?"
McCoy: "What about my age?"
Data: "Sorry, sir. If that subject troubles you"
McCoy: "Troubles me? What's so damned troubling about not having died? How old do you think I am?"
Data: "One hundred thirty seven years, Admiral, according to Starfleet records."
McCoy: "Explain how you remember that so exactly."
Data: "I remember every fact I am exposed to, sir."
McCoy: "I don't see any points on your ears, boy, but you sound like a Vulcan."
Data: "No, sir. I'm an android."
McCoy: "Almost as bad."
Data: "I thought it was generally accepted, sir, that Vulcans are an advanced and most honourable race."
McCoy: "They are, they are. And damned annoying at times."
Data: "Yes, sir."
McCoy: "Well, this is a new ship, but she's got the right name. Now you remember that, you hear."
Data: "I will, sir."
McCoy: "You treat her like a lady, and she'll always bring you home."
Picard: "Did you signal the Hood, Commander Riker?"
Riker: "Your exact message: 'Bon voyage, mon ami.'"
Picard: "Ah! What was their reply, computer?"
Q: "You're wasting time, Captain! Or did you think I was gone?"
Picard: "Lieutenant! Do you intend to blast a hole through the viewer? If the purpose of this is to test humans, your honour, we must proceed in our own way."
Q [on viewscreen]: "You are dilatory. You have twenty four hours. Any further delay and you risk summary judgement against you, Captain."
Worf: "Sorry, sir."
Riker: "You reacted fast, Mister Worf."
Picard: "But futilely.
Worf: "I will learn to do better, sir."
Picard: "Of course you will. We've a long voyage ahead of us."
Riker: "What do we do now, Captain? With them monitoring our every move and every word."
Picard: "We do exactly what we'd do if this Q never existed. If we're going to be damned, let's be damned for what we really are."
Picard: "Personal log, stardate 41153.8: Of the 24 hours Q allotted us to prove ourselves, 11 have now passed without incident. And yet I cannot forget Q's prediction that we will face some critical test."
Zorn: "Captain! The Ferengi would be very interested in a base like this!"
Picard: "Fine. Let's hope they find you as tasty as they did their past associates."
Riker: "Do you consider yourself superior to us?"
Data: "I am superior, Sir, in many ways. But I would gladly give it up to be human."
Riker: "Nice to meet you, Pinocchio . . . a joke."
Data: "Ah! Intriguing."
Picard [to Q]: "Get off my bridge!"
Transporter Chief: "Captain from transporter room. First officer and Mr. Data have beamed aboard."
Q: "Excellent also! Perhaps with more of these little minds' help..."
Picard: "That is enough, dammit!"
Data: "Most intriguing again, Sir. The place that this vessel was firing upon was not the Farpoint starbase, but the home of those who constructed . . . sorry, Sir. I seem to be commenting on everything."
Riker: "Good. Don't stop, my friend."
Picard: "Why . . . do you use other lifeforms for your recreation?"
Q: "If so you've not provided the best . . . "
Picard: "Leave us! We've passed your little test."
Q: "Temper, temper, mon capitain!"
Picard: "Get off my ship!"
Q: "I do so only because it suits me to leave. But I will not promise never to appear again."
Picard: "Captain's log, stardate 41174.2: The agreement for the rebuilding of Farpoint station has been completed per my instructions."
Picard: "All stations?"
Data: "Ready for departure, Sir."
Picard: "Some problem, Riker?"
Riker: "Just hoping this isn't the usual way our missions will go, Sir."
Picard: "Oh no, Number One, I'm sure most will be much more interesting. Let's see what's out there! Engage!"