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O'Brien: "Career?"
Riker: "Family."
O'Brien: "That is trouble. You choose your enemies,
you choose your friends, but family ... that's in the
stars."
Riker: "So I've heard." |
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Worf: "With all due respect, BE GONE! .. sir."
[Data leaves]
Data: "He seems ... quite sincere in his desire for
solitude."
Geordi: "Seeing is believing, huh?" |
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Data: "If I were not a constant professional, and
an android, I would find this entire procedure insulting." |
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Kyle: "You know,
it's a shame there's no anbo-jitsu ring nearby.
Riker: "Really? There is, deck twelve, gymnasium."
Kyle: "We could clear the air, once and for all."
Riker: "You're on." |
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Pulaski: "I'm just glad that humans have progressed
beyond the need for barbaric displays."
Troi: "Have they? Commander Riker and his father
are in the gymnasium about to engage in a barbarism of
their own." |
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Picard:
"There really is no substitute for holding the reins." |
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Kyle:
"I came here to bury the hatchet with my son, only to find
the ground was frozen solid." |
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Pulaski:
[on her patient] "Picked up a flu virus on our last
stop at Nasreldine."
Kyle: "Sounds nasty. What's the therapy?"
Pulaski: "Tryptophan-lysine distillates with
generous doses of PCS."
Kyle: "PCS?"
Pulaski: "Pulaski's Chicken Soup."
Kyle: "You've still got the touch, haven't you?" |
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Picard:
"Any particular reason for this change of heart?"
Riker: "Motivated self-interest. Right now the best
place for me to be is right here." |
