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 Picard: "Captain's
log, stardate: 42779.1. We're en route to the Epsilon IX sector for an
astronomical survey of a new pulsar cluster. In the meantime, Ensign Crusher
will be diverting to Starbase 515 for Starfleet exams." | | |
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 Data: "Do
not be apprehensive, Wes. I found the Academy examinations quite
elementary."
Wesley: "You would!" | | |
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 Picard:
"I will not have you telling me what course to set."
Dr. Pulaski: "As Chief Medical Officer, I am ordering you to
report to Starbase 515 immediately."
Picard: "Oh, please! I feel fine!"
Dr. Pulaski: "The truth is you have ignored this far too long."
Picard: "This ship has a mission to carry out."
Dr. Pulaski: "An astronomical survey to be conducted by the
science officers, I believe."
Picard: "And I was looking forward to seeing the Epsilon pulsar
cluster for myself."
Dr. Pulaski: "Then we'll perform the procedure right here."
Picard: "Absolutely not."
Dr. Pulaski: "My staff and I are fully capable of giving you the
replacement."
Picard: "That's not the point. It would be...inappropriate for you to
carry out the procedure."
Dr. Pulaski: "Captain Picard, I had no idea. You do have an ego,
don't you?" | | |
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 Riker: "I'm
First Officer William Riker of the U.S.S. Enterprise, we're responding to
your distress signal."
Gredneblog: "Uh-huh."
Riker: "What is your problem?"
Gredneblog: "We
are far from home."
Riker: "Aren't we all? But, you sent out
a mayday?"
Gredneblog: "Uh-huh."
Riker: "Do you need help?"
Gredneblog: "We are Pakleds. Our ship is the Mondor. It is broken. We
are far from home. We need help."
Geordi: "Let me guess, their rubber band broke, right?"
Data: "Sensors indicate engineering problems. They're experiencing
total guidance system failure with less than 24 hours reserve power."
Geordi: "Maybe I can help?"
Riker: "What brings you so far from home?"
Gredneblog: "We look for things."
Riker: "What were you looking for?"
Gredneblog: "Things we need."
Riker: "Can you be more specific?"
Gredneblog: "Things that make us go." | | |
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 Troi: "He's
in danger! Great danger!"
Riker: "Can you be more specific, Counselor?"
Troi: "It's
not our help they want!"
Riker: "Well, our help is all
they're going to get. They can't force us into anything, can they?"
Troi: "You think they're weak."
Riker: "Look at them, they're certainly not Jarada or Romulan..."
Data: "Our Betazoid counselor is often aware of things beyond our
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 Picard:
"I was a young Starfleet officer, not many years older than you are now,
top of my Academy class, green as hell. And, oh, so cocky. Too cocky as it
turned out."
Wesley: "What happened?"
Picard: "Several friends and I were on leave at Farspace Starbase
Earheart. It was little more than a galactic outpost in those days."
Wesley: "Was this before the Klingons joined the Federation?"
Picard: "That's right. Well, my mates and I were at the Bonestell
Recreation Facility which was something of a dead rough cross-roads at the
time filled with a sort of bunch of galactic riff-raff when a trio of
Naussiacans came in. They were clearly spoiling for a confrontation with a
group of fresh-faced Starfleet officers such as ourselves. Well, everyone
in the group had the good sense to give these Naussicans a wide berth,
stand-off, everyone, that is, except
me. I stood toe-to-toe with the worst of the three, and I told him what I
thought of him, his pals, his planet, and I possibly made some passing
reference to his questionable parentage. And the next thing I knew, all
three of them were on me and was fighting for my life. Was actually
doing quite well for awhile, too."
Wesley: "You fought them? And won?"
Picard:
"I had this one Naussican down in this...somewhat
devious joint-lock when unbeknownst to me one on his chums drew his weapon
and...impaled me through the back. Curious sensation actually. Not much
pain. Shock certainly at the sight of a...serrated metal sticking through
my chest. Certain giddy warmth. In fact I do...actually remember that I
laughed out loud. Well, it had pierced my heart of course. But, if we'd
not been so near to a medical facility, I would've surely have died."
Wesley: "Really? Then what happened?"
Picard: "Nothing.
I was no hero, Wesley. I was an undisciplined,
loud-mouthed, opinionated young man who was way out of his league. Learned
a very hard and painful lesson that day, but I learned it well. I hope you
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 Picard: "Did
you read that book I gave you?"
Wesley: "Some of it."
Picard: "That's reassuring."
Wesley: "I just don't have much time."
Picard: "There's no greater challenge than the study of
philosophy."
Wesley: "But, William James won't be on my Starfleet exams."
Picard: "The important things never will be. Anyone can be trained in
the mechanics of piloting a starship."
Wesley: "But, Starfleet Academy--"
Picard: "It takes more. Open your mind to the past; art, history,
philosophy, and all this may mean something." | | |
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 Picard: "Captain's
personal log, stardate: 42779.5. We have arrived at Starbase 515. I'm still
quite uneasy, despite assurances that this medical procedure poses little
risk." | | |
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 Wesley:
"Sir?"
Picard: "Yes, what is it, Ensign?"
Wesley: "I enjoyed our trip together, sir."
Picard: "So did I." |
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 Gredneblog: "Enterprise..."
Riker: "We demand that you return our crewmember,
immediately!"
Gredneblog: "Request denied."
Riker: "Lower your shields!"
Gredneblog: "Request denied."
(fires a phaser at Geordi)
Riker: "STOP IT! What do you want?"
Gredneblog: "You think we are not smart."
Riker: "I think you need to continue to develop."
Gredneblog: "We are smart."
Riker: "Prove it and return our man to us."
Gredneblog: "You want him?"
Riker: "Yes! Damn it..."
Gredneblog: "Good. We want all computer information from your
ship." (all Pakleds aim their phasers at Geordi) "Now." |
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 Riker:
"We've got a man held hostage by alien forces and all I have are no
option options. I need some input."
Dr. Pulaski: "Is Geordi all right?"
Worf: "He's already been hit by multiple phaser stuns."
Dr. Pulaski: "He could need medical attention."
Worf: "Security team stands ready to take the initiative, sir."
Riker: "Data?"
Data: "Our options have not changed. We can either respond to
Pakled demand or not. We can either use force or not." | | |
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 Riker:
"Where did they get their shields?"
Gredneblog: "Yes, we like shields."
Geordi: "Well, from what I've seen, half the systems onboard the ship
have been stolen from the Romulans, Klingons, Jarada, just about anyone
they've come in contact with."
Gredneblog: "We like to be smart."
Riker: "Confirm, Lieutenant La Forge. They steal technology..."
Data: "...But they lack the ability to use it properly."
Riker: "You're an excellent Chief Engineer, Lieutenant La Forge."
Geordi: "Thank you, sir."
Riker: "And, of course, your knowledge of phaser and photon weaponry
is unmatched."
Geordi: "That's nice of you to say, sir, but, it's really Lieutenant
Worf that--"
Riker: "Our missions are always inherently dangerous and any of us
could be called on to make the ultimate sacrifice at any time."
Geordi: "Well, yes, sir, but..."
Riker: "Speaking of time, this may be your time. I shall personally
miss you."
Data: "Good-bye, Geordi. I shall miss you at weapons system
analysis."
Geordi: "Uh-huh. Uh, and I guess you'll just have to arm your photon
torpedoes without me."
Data: "As well as our hydrogen collectors. Fond farewell."
Gredneblog: "He knows about weapons."
Reginod: "You can make us strong!"
Geordi: "Well, it's not something I really like to talk about."
Worf: "Any classified weapons knowledge you share with your
captors will be considered treason."
Geordi: "But, I may have no choice!"
Worf: "You will die without honour!"
Geordi: "Thanks a lot, Worf."
Worf: "You will never reach the twenty-fourth level of awareness."
Geordi: "Twenty-four? That's quite a challenge."
Worf: "Indeed. Twenty-four is the gateway to heroic salvation." | | |
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 Worf:
"Bridge to Commander Riker."
Riker: "Go ahead, bridge."
Worf: "I am receiving an emergency summons from Starbase 515;
Captain Picard is close to death." | | |
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 Reginod:
"We are strong!"
Geordi: "You're armed to the teeth!"
Gredneblog: "Teeth are for chewing."
Geordi: "You have photon torpedoes. You are strong!"
Gredneblog: "We are strong! We have power!"
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 Reginod:
"We have fired! They will be destroyed!"
Geordi: "They used their crimson force-field!"
Gredneblog: "It did not shoot!"
Geordi: "No, the crimson force-field has disarmed us."
Reginod: "They are smart."
Gredneblog: "We are not strong." | | |
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 Picard: "What
the hell are you doing here?"
Dr. Pulaski: "Saving your life."
Picard: "Oh, come on! This is a routine procedure, quite
commonplace!"
Dr. Pulaski: "True. But, you are not a commonplace man. You'll be out
of recovery in four hours."
Picard: "I didn't want you involved in this."
Dr. Pulaski: "You're welcome."
Picard: "If you're here, then the entire crew must know."
Dr. Pulaski: "You're still the captain; invincible!"
Picard: "Heh. Thank you." |
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