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 Picard:
"Captain's log, stardate: 42625.4. We're entering
orbit around the eighth planet in this previously
unmapped Theta-116 solar system. We diverted from our
scheduled course when a passing Klingon cruiser reported
discovering pieces of a strange vessel in the upper
atmosphere of this planet. We have come to investigate." |
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 Worf:
"What is this place? How did a being like you get here?"
Assistant Manager: "Why, this is The Royale,
of course, and my personal life is really none of your
business, thank you."
Riker: "What he means is what planet is
this?"
Assistant Manager: "I beg your pardon?"
Riker: "This planet; what do you call it?"
Assistant Manager: "Earth. What do you call it?"
Worf: "We call it Theta VIII."
Assistant Manager: "How charming." |
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 Data:
"Hit me" (receives card) "Another please."
Texas: "You think you had about enough?"
Data: "If the objective of the game is to
approach a total of 21 points, I will definitely need
another card."
Texas: "Boy, you have got the brass! Do you
know what the odds are on a Five-Card-Charlie? Hell! You
just throwing your money away!"
Data: "Hit me."
Texas: "Shut my mouth! Hey, you're not one of
them card counting fellas, are you?"
Data: "The number of the cards and their values
remain quite constant. What would be the purpose in
counting them?"
Vanessa: "Yeah." |
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 Assistant
Manager: "Are you crazy?"
Bellboy: "Wrong. I'm finally getting some
smarts."
Assistant Manager: "You
think you're going to scare Mickey D with that gun?"
Bellboy: "I'm going to make him leave Rita
alone."
Assistant Manager: "Kid, she's a big girl
and she's Mickey D's girl."
Bellboy: "Not anymore; not after tonight."
Assistant Manager: "Look, kid, I like you, I
don't want to see you get hurt. Especially over some
dame."
Bellboy: "Don't call her that. You'll see. You'll
see how tough Mickey D is. He's nothing!"
Riker: "I want some answers."
Assistant Manager: "I'm sure the concierge will
be--"
Riker: "We would like to get out here, now."
Assistant Manager: "The Royale's exits are
clearly marked."
Riker: "That's not good enough."
Assistant Manager: "If you have a complaint about
the service you have received during you stay here, you
can always take it up with the manager."
Riker: "Fine, I'd like to see him, immediately."
Assistant Manager: "I'm afraid the manager is
very busy." |
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 Data:
"This is the story of a group of compulsive
gamblers caught up in a web of crime, corruption, and
deceit. It is told by nefarious lothario Mickey D who
appears only in the climax of the story to carry out the
cold-blooded murder of the hotel bellboy. There is also
a subplot about an older man conspiring with a younger
woman to murder her husband; she is squandering her
inheritance."
Riker: "Captain, this novel and everything
Data just described seems to be exactly what's happening
at this hotel." |
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 Riker:
"'I write this in the hope that it will someday be
read by human eyes. I can only surmise at this point,
but, apparently our exploratory shuttle was contaminated
by an alien life-form which infected and killed all
personnel except myself. I awakened to find myself here
in The Royale hotel, precisely as described in the novel
I found in my room. For the last thirty-eight years, I
have survived here. I have come to understand that the
alien
contaminators created this place for me out of some
sense of guilt. Presuming the novel we had onboard the
shuttle about the hotel Royale was, in fact, a guide to
our preferred lifestyle and social habits. Obviously,
they thought this was the world from which I came. I
hold no malice towards my benefactors, they could not
possibly know the hell that they have put me through,
for it was such a badly written book filled with endless
cliché and shallow characters, I shall welcome death
when it comes.'" |
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 (telephone
ringing)
Worf:
"Yes? There is a female voice asking if we want
room service."
Data: "I believe she's asking if we want the
room cleaned."
Riker: "Tell her 'no.'"
Worf: "No!"
Riker: "What did she say?"
Worf: "She said the kitchen will be open 24 hours
if we change out minds." |
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 Picard:
"'It was a dark and stormy night'...that's not a
promising beginning."
Troi: "May get better..." |
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 Riker:
"How does it end?"
Picard: "Bad love affair ends in a bloody
shootout, the hotel gets bought out, and life goes
on...such as it is..." |
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 Data:
"Commander, these cubes are improperly balanced. I
believe their final resting position would be a--"
Riker: "Can you repair them?"
Data: "I believe so. I will make another attempt.
Baby needs a new pair of shoes!"
Texas: "Seven! Attaboy! Do that a few more times
and we're all going to get wealth!"
Croupier: "Seven, winner!"
Texas: "And another one! Keep going, boy! We've
got a knockdown! Let's go, let's go!"
Riker: "Double them up. Here we go."
Texas: "Keep it rolling, boy, keep it rolling!" |
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 Riker:
"Here you go. Little something for you, Ziggy. Little
something for those cocktail waitresses. Why don't you
run this outside and give it to the parking lot
attendants."
Assistant Manager: "You're very kind, sir."
Riker: "Here you go, Vanessa, little something
for you, too."
Vanessa: "Thank you."
Riker: "When the train comes in, everybody
rides!" |
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 Data:
"I wish to cash in, sir."
Assistant Manager: "I'm afraid you've...broken
the bank."
Riker: "Just take 12.5 million, the purchase
price of this hotel, and spread the rest around."
Assistant Manager: "You're the foreign
investors."
Riker: "That's right. We just bought this place;
lock, stock, and barrel. Consider it a done deal."
Texas: "I like you fellas! You got style! Let me
buy you guys a drink!"
Riker: "Just enjoy the game...and don't let them
change the dice on you."
Texas: "You got it!" |
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