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 Wesley: "Uh-oh..."
Data: "I beg your pardon, Wesley?"
Wesley: "Geordi had that big date with Christie tonight. He spent
days putting together the perfect program. Looked like it ended kind of
early."
Data: "Uh-oh..." |
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 Picard:
"Captain's log, stardate: 43205.6. We have arrived at Aurellius IX to
chart the battle in which the Menthars and the Promellians fought to their
mutual extinction. Among the ruins we have found a relic; a Promellian
battle cruiser that has withstood the centuries." |
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 Picard:
"Number One, have you never dreamed of climbing inside the bottle?"
Riker: "Sir?"
Picard: "The ship in the bottle. Model airships. I used to build them
when I was a child. My God, and I bet I had a Promellian battle cruiser,
too. You ready to beam down to the vessel?"
O'Brien: "Locked onto the main bridge, Captain."
Riker: "You're certain about the atmospheric conditions, Data?"
Data: "There is adequate oxygen for life support, Commander."
Picard: "It is exactly as they left it, Number One; in the bottle."
(blank stares from Data and Worf) "The ship in the bottle...oh, good Lord,
didn't anybody here build ships in bottles when they were boys?"
Worf: "I did not play with toys."
Data: "I was never a boy."
O'Brien: "I did, sir."
Picard: "Thank you, Mr. O'Brien." |
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 O'Brien:
"I did! I really did! Ships in bottles? It was great fun!" |
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 Geordi:
"Tell me something, Guinan, you're a woman, right?"
Guinan: "Yes, I can tell you I'm a woman."
Geordi: "What is it you want in a man?"
Guinan: "You mean me, personally?"
Geordi: "As a woman, what's the first thing you look at?"
Guinan: "His head."
Geordi: "His mind. Of course."
Guinan: "No, his head. I'm attracted to bald men."
Geordi: "Seriously?"
Guinan: "Seriously."
Geordi: "Why?"
Guinan: "Maybe because a bald man was kind to me once when I was
hurting, took care of me."
Geordi: "Hmm. I'd like to do that."
Guinan: "Well, I take care of myself these days."
Geordi: "I mean take care of somebody. I just don't get it, Guinan. I
can field-strip a fusion reactor, I can realign a power-transfer tunnel, why
can't I make anything work with a woman like Christie? It's like I don't
know what to do, I don't know what to say."
Guinan: "You're doing fine with me."
Geordi: "You're different."
Guinan: "No, you're different."
Geordi: "But, I'm not trying now."
Guinan: "That's my point." |
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 Data:
"Captain, energy loss increasing to five percent."
Picard: "Yellow alert."
Worf: "Aye, sir."
Data: "Energy loss increasing, sir."
Picard: "Mr. Crusher, reverse course, full impulse power."
Wesley: "No response, sir."
Picard: "Increase speed to warp one."
Wesley: "Engines aren't responding, Captain."
Riker: "Mr. La Forge, we need warp power, now!"
Geordi: "Matter/anti-matter mixture ratio settings at optimum
balance, reaction sequence corresponding to specified norms, magnetic plasma
transfer to warp field generators per programmed specs. Commander, we should
be going like a bat out of hell."
Data: "Power loss now at twelve percent, Captain."
Picard: "Red alert."
Worf: "Radiation intensity increasing."
Geordi: "We'd better slow these engines down before we burn out the
reaction chamber."
Riker: "Slow to idle, Geordi."
Picard: "Is it possible we've fallen into the same snare that killed
them? A thousand year old booby trap?" |
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 Leah's
Voice:
"Theoretical propulsion logs, Federation Starship Enterprise, Galaxy
class. Heading: Subspace. Author: Leah Brahms."
Geordi: "Geordi La Forge. How ya doing, Doc?"
Leah's Voice: "Specify program."
Geordi: "Yeah, down to work. You're absolutely right."
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Geordi:
"Leah, did you design this?"
Leah's Voice: "The dilithium crystal
chamber was designed at outpost designated Seran
T I, stardate: 40052. Some of the Federation's
best engineering minds participated in its
development."
Geordi: "That's the visiting
dignitary talk. What's the inside story... off
the record?"
Computer Voice: "Access denied.
Personal logs are restricted."
Geordi: "Great. Another woman who
won't get personal with me on the holodeck." |
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 Geordi:
"No, no, no!"
Leah: "Will you listen to me?!"
Geordi: "You can't boost the warp power that way!"
Leah: "You can just increase the speed of the parallel subspace field
processor to gain a quicker response time..."
Geordi: "I want to give us enough power to strengthen the shields and
barrel out of here, not blow us up!"
Leah: "This is my design we're talking about. I did the calculations
myself."
Geordi: "I don't care if you built it with your bare hands out of an
old Ferengi cargo ship!" It's going to go...(makes exploding sound)...and
we're going with it!"
Leah: "I am not used to having people question my judgment."
Geordi: "And I'm not used to dying!" |
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 Riker:
"Nothing."
Worf: "Radiation levels increasing. Eight percent...ten percent."
Data: "Energy reserves are dropping rapidly, sir."
Picard: "Damn you." |
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 Riker:
"Any word from La Forge?"
Picard: "He's come up with something that may give us a chance,
if we agree to stay out of it. He proposes to turn total control of the ship
over to the computer because it is capable of making quicker adjustments
than any human being."
Riker: "Computers have always impressed me with their ability to
take orders. I'm not nearly as convinces of their ability to creatively
give them."
Picard: "You know, Number One, you missed something not playing with
model ships. They were the source of imaginary voyages, each holding a
treasure of adventures. Manning the earliest space craft, flying an
aeroplane with only one propeller to keep you in the sky. Can you imagine
that? Now the machines are flying us." |
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 Computer
Voice:
"Deflector shield failure. Lethal radiation levels. Fatal
exposure in twenty six minutes."
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 Geordi:
"Everything we've tried to do has been based on overpowering the
trap. More energy, faster adjustments. But that's exactly what we can't do
because that's what we're supposed to do. That's the booby trap. The answer
lies in our own computer, the mind. The best piece of engineering we'll ever
need."
Picard: "But didn't your researches indicate a thousand
adjustments per second would be required?"
Geordi: "Not if we shut everything off. One blast of everything we've
got left for a microsecond to beat the inertia and then we shut it all down,
except minimal life support and two thrusters. No impulse engines. No
computer."
Riker: "One propeller, Captain?"
Computer Voice: "Deflector shield failure. Lethal radiation levels.
Fatal exposure in twelve minutes."
Picard: "Have you analysed the risk factor?"
Geordi: "The numbers say it's even money. It's no better than turning
it over to the computer, but no worse either, but, I say forget the numbers.
There's no way the computer can compensate for the human factor; the
intuition, the experience."
Picard: "And the wish to stay alive?"
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 Riker:
"All hands, this is Commander Riker. We are about to engage
impulse engines for a short burst. Inertial dampers are on manual. They may
not fully compensate for the acceleration, so brace yourselves."
Computer Voice: "Deflector shield failure. Lethal radiation
levels..."
Riker: "Computer, discontinue radiation warning until further
notice!" |
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 Riker:
"It's all yours, sir."
Picard: "Thank you, Number One. Firing impulse engines."
(Enterprise engines quickly engage then disengage)
Data: "Impulse engines are down."
Geordi: "Shutting down all systems."
Data: "Velocity is one hundred thirty five meters per second."
Worf: "We will be entering the debris field in eight seconds."
(Picard taps a control on the console)
Data: "Starboard thruster firing."
Riker: "Coming to, heading 340 mark 10."
(Picard taps the same control)
Data: "Thruster is off."
Riker: "Captain, that large mass to the port may contain an
assimilator."
(Picard hits another control)
Data: "Port thruster is firing."
Worf: "No reaction from the assimilator."
Riker: "We made it over the first hurdle."
Worf: "Sir, object to port."
(Picard presses the same control)
Data: "Port thruster is firing. Sir, the gravitational attraction of
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various masses has reduced our velocity by eight percent. By my
calculations, we no longer have sufficient momentum to clear the debris
field."
Picard: "Thank you, Mr. Data."
(the Enterprise moves directly toward a large asteroid)
Data: "The asteroid's gravitation is drawing us closer. Velocity is
increasing. Velocity is still increasing, now at two hundred
nineteen meters per second." (Picard presses another control) "Starboard-aft
thruster." (the Enterprise continues to careen toward the asteroid, but,
suddenly whips around it) "You have used the asteroid's gravitational pull
as slingshot. Excellent!"
Riker: "We're out. We got through."
Picard: "You have the conn, Mr. Crusher."
Wesley: "Yes, sir." |
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 Geordi:
"You know, I've always thought that technology could solve
almost any problem. It enhances the quality of our lives, lets us travel
across the galaxy, even gave me my vision, but, sometimes you have to turn
it all off...even the gypsy violins.
Leah: "Violins?"
Geordi: "Different program."
Leah: "We made a good team."
Geordi: "Maybe we can do it again some time?"
Leah: "I'm with you every day, Geordi. Every time you look at this
engine, you're looking at me. Every time you touch it, it's me." |
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