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 Riker: "First Officer's log,
stardate 41997.7. We are about to make a brief but
necessary contact with the Jarada, a reclusive
insect-like race known for its idiosyncratic attitude
toward protocol. The Jaradan demand a precise greeting,
in this case from Captain Picard. Their language is most
unusual, the slightest mispronunciation is regarded as
an insult." |
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 Picard: "Captain's personal
log. I'm entering the ships holodeck where images of
reality can be created by our computer. Highly useful in
crew training, highly enjoyable when used for games and
recreation." |
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 Picard: "When I looked
down into the street, I actually saw... Automobiles!"
Worf: "Automobiles?"
Picard: "Mmm-Hmm"
Data: "An ancient Earth device used primarily for
transportation. Also seen as a source of status and
virility. Often a prime ingredient in teenage mating
rituals."
 Wesley:
"Teenage mating rituals?"
Picard: "From that window, I could see an entire,
er..."
Data: "City block."
Picard: "That's right. Sounds, Smells."
Beverly: "You make it sound so real."
Picard: "That's how it felt."
Beverly: "Incredible." (she wipes the lipstick
off his face)
 Picard:
"I'm going to go again, only this time I'm going to
dress the part. Why not come with me?"
Beverly: "Yes, I'd like that."
Picard: "I want to take that twentieth century
historian."
Beverly: "Who? Whalen?"
Picard: "Yes, Whalen. I bet he knows more about
Dixon Hill than I do."
 Data:
"Shall I tell him, sir?"
Picard: "Invite him, Mister Data. This is
supposed to be a recreational activity. The sense of
reality was absolutely incredible. When that woman
kissed me, it was so..."
Beverly: "Exciting?"
Picard: "Real!" |
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 Picard: "Captain's log
supplemental. The Jaradan rendezvous is still eleven
hours away. I am about to re-enter the world of Dixon
Hill. This time properly dressed. An experience like
this is more enjoyable when shared so I've invited our
fiction expert Whalen to accompany me. Doctor Crusher
will join us shortly." |
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 Data: "Hiya Doc! What's
cooking?"
Beverly: "You know, I had some trouble getting
through. Where's Captain Picard?"
Data: "He's on ice."
Beverly: "Pardon?"
Data: "He's being grilled."
Beverly: "What is he, a fish?"
Whalen: "He's being interrogated. They think he's
committed a murder."
Beverly: "Why aren't we all being interrogated?
Maybe I should go and help him."
Whalen: "Relax, relax Doctor. He's having the
time of his life in there." |
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 Riker: "Enterprise log,
supplemental. First Officer reporting. Due to a
breakdown in the Holodeck we are unable to contact the
Captain." |
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 Cyrus Redblock: "Another
world, a whole new world to plunder. What is this? What
are they doing? They can't do this to me, don't they
know who I am? I'm Cyrus Redbock. CYRUS REDBLOCK!" |
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 Picard: "This is
Jean-Luc Picard, Captain of the Enterprise. Aaaaard...
klaxon... Leeeeesss... bladgeblang... arghh... nichamich...
Risssssss... Trassssss... Trasulah! Trasulah!"
Jaradan: "You have honored us with your words of
greeting. A new day dawns between us."
LaForge: "Woooo!" |
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 LaForge: "So Data, how was
it?"
Data: "It was raining in the city by the bay, a
hard rain. Hard enough to wash the slime..."
Picard: "Data!"
Data: "Sorry Sir."
Picard: "Lieutenant, take us out of orbit."
LaForge: "Aye, sir."
Picard: "And, Mister La Forge..."
LaForge: "Sir?"
Picard: "Step on it!" |
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