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 Pulaski:
"Medical Log, Stardate 42437.5. Ira Graves is arguably
the greatest Human mind in the universe. For years he's
lived in near isolation on a remote planet, devoting
full time to his research. Eight hours ago, we monitored
a message from his assistant, urgently requesting
medical aid. I only hope we can reach him in time." |
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 Geordi:
"Did you damage your face, Data?"
Data: "It is a beard, Geordi. A fine, full,
dignified beard. One which commands respect and projects
thoughtfulness and dignity. Well? Opinions?"
Geordi: "Uhh..."
Troi: "It's, uh, very different."
Data: "When I stroke the beard thusly, do I not
appear more intellectual?"
Geordi: "Uhh..."
Troi: "I'm sorry, I have to go now, goodbye!"
(walks out laughing)
Geordi: "But... "
Data: "Why was she laughing?" |
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 Troi:
"I thought you didn't like people?"
Graves: "Women aren't people. They're women!" |
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 Brianna:
"Are you a Romulan?"
Worf: "Hardly."
Graves: "He's a Klingon, Kareen. Kareen's lived
her since her father died when she was very young. Her
only knowledge of un-human races comes from me. Klingons
and Romulans don't look much alike, Kareen even though
they act much alike."
Worf: "Grrr... stand here and be insulted." |
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 Graves:
"Looks like Soong's work."
Data: "Quite correct, sir. Did you know Doctor
Soong?"
Graves: "Know him? I taught him everything he
knows. You could say that I was the father of his work.
Haha. Which, er, kinda makes me your grandfather doesn't
it sonny." |
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 Picard:
"Captain's Log, Stardate 42437.7. We've successfully
repaired the stricken liner Constantinople. 46 of her
people suffered injuries, mostly minor. They have been
treated and supplied with the proper medicines. Our task
complete, we are heading back to Gravesworld with great
dispatch." |
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 Data:
"I have noticed Doctor..."
Graves: "Call me Grandpa. Seems more touching in
my final hours."
Data: "I have noticed Grandpa, that you keep
repeating the same notes of a musical phrase I am
unfamiliar with."
Graves: "Oh, it's an ancient little tune called
"If I Only Had A Heart." A plaintive lament sung by a
mechanical man who longs to be human. It's his only
wish."
Data: "What happens to this man?"
Graves: "He finds out that he is human after all.
Always was -- just worried so much he never realized
it."
Data: "Ah! A happy ending. The mechanical man
gets his wish." |
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 Picard:
"Captain's Log, supplemental. I leave Gravesworld with
an empty feeling in the knowledge that our mission was
unsuccessful. Whatever scientific secrets Ira Graves was
about to unlock have been lost forever. Our immediate
priority is to reach the nearest Starbase so that
Grave's assistant can get on with her life" |
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 Data:
"Just look at that face. The face of a thinker, a
warrior, a man for all seasons. Yes, Ira Graves was all
that and more. But he was not perfect. Perhaps his
greatest fault was that he was too selfless. He cared
too much for his fellow man, With never a thought for
himself. A man of limitless accomplishments and
unbridled modesty. I can safely say that to know him was
to love him. And to love him was to know him. Those who
knew him, loved him. While those who did not know him,
loved him from afar."
Picard: "Data"
Data: "I am almost finished sir."
Picard: "You are finished, Data." |
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 Picard:
"Captain's Personal Log: Although Commander Data has
assured me that his odd behavior will return to normal,
I can't help thinking that something went wrong during
his visit to Gravesworld." |
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 Wesley:
"That was a great speech, Data. 'To know him is to love
him is to know him'?"
Data: "Verbal composition at it's most
sophisticated level. Your childlike mind cannot
appreciate the timeworn wisdom of my words."
Wesley: "Childlike mind?"
Data: "When you get to be my age, you will
understand."
Wesley: "Your age? Data, chronologically you're
not much older than I am."
Data: "You are only as old as you feel. Try to
remember that, boy." |
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 Picard:
"I thought you might enjoy the bridge, Miss Briannon.
I'm aware of your interest in science. Perhaps you'd
like to see the computer terminal..."
Data: "Yes, and I am aware of your interest in
her."
Picard: "What was that, Commander?"
Data: "Nothing sir. Nothing at all."
Picard: "These are the science stations. From the
command
 center
here, we have control of all the science stations..."
Wesley: "Data, What are you doing?!"
Data: "I detest hypocrisy. I wish they would just
come out and admit it."
Picard: "Admit what, Mister Data?"
Data: "That your interest in Kareen is not purely
professional. Try as you will, you cannot win her heart.
She does not care for older men. Or men of limited
intellect."
Picard: "Mr. Data, you will come with me right
now. Do you understand me?"
Data: "I understand. I understand all too well.
Removing the competition will not help you, Picard." |
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 Picard:
"I understand your desperation. The shock of learning
you were dying, but you have no right to do what you
have done."
Graves/Data: "I have every right, Captain!
I am man, he is machine. There is no question about who
must live and *what* must die." |
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 Graves/Data:
"I would not come up here if I were you, Captain. You
might not like it!" |
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Picard:
"Graves, every man has his time. Every man.
Without exception. But you cheated. You have
extended your life at the expense of another.
Graves, give Data back. Give him back."
Graves/Data: "Data is dead."
Picard: "No. He must not be lost. He is
not simply an android. He's a lifeform, entirely
unique."
Graves/Data: "Data is not human!
He is..."
Picard: "He is different, yes. But that
does not make him expendable, or any less
significant. No being is so important that he
can usurp the rights of another. Now set him
free!"
Graves/Data: "No!... How many? How
many more accidents?" |
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 Picard:
"Captain's Log, supplemental. We've said good-bye to
Karen Briannon with the hopeful feeling that her future
will be a bright one. The intellect of Ira Graves has
been deposited into our computer. There is knowledge,
but no consciousness. The human equation has been lost." |
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 Data:
"I trust I did nothing.. unbecoming to a Starfleet
officer?"
Riker: "Does wrestling with a Klingon targ ring a
bell?"
Picard: "Mister Crusher, take us out of orbit."
Wesley: "Aye, sir."
Data: "Did I win?!" |
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