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Picard: "Last time I was in this sector, I was on
the Stargazer running at warp speed ahead of a Cardassian
warship."
Troi: "Running, Captain? You? That's hard to
believe."
Picard: "Believe it." |
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O'Brien: "What, .. what is it?"
Keiko: "Kelp buds, plankton loaf, and sea berries."
O'Brien: "Oh. Sweetheart, I'm not a fish."
Keiko: "It is very healthy. I had this each morning
when I was growing up." |
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O'Brien:
"But I'll make something special for you tonight. You'll
love it, I promise."
Keiko: "Okay. Maybe I'll have something special for
you tonight too." |
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Maxwell:
"You must think I've gone mad."
Picard: "The thought had occurred." |
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Picard:
"I will accept the judgement of history." |
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Picard:
"Take this message to your leaders, Gul Macet: We are
watching." |
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Picard:
"I'd been sent to make preliminary overtures for a truce.
And I had lowered my shields as a gesture of goodwill. The
Cardassians were not impressed. They had taken out most of
my weapons and damaged the impulse engines before I could
regroup and run." |
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Worf:
"The Cardassians have no honor. I do not trust them."
Troi: "They are our allies now, Mister Worf. We
have to trust them."
Worf: "Trust is earned. Not *given* away." |
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Picard:
"I hope their scout ship makes contact soon. It's never a
good idea to stay too long in a Cardassian border without
making your intentions known." |
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Keiko:
"What kind of food?"
O'Brien: "Scalloped potatoes, mutton shanks, ox
tails and cabbage."
Keiko: "Kind of heavy."
O'Brien: "Ah, I can still remember the aromas when
mother was cooking."
Keiko: "She *cooked*?"
O'Brien: "She didn't believe in a replicator. She thought
real food was more nutritious."
Keiko: "She handled *real meat*? She *touched* it
and *cut* it?"
O'Brien: "Yeah, like a master chef. She was
fantastic!" |
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O'Brien:
"But I'll make something special for you tonight. You'll
love it, I promise."
Keiko: "Okay. Maybe I'll have something special for
you tonight too." |
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Picard:
"This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation
starship Enterprise."
Macet: "I am Gul Macet of the Cardassian ship
Tragor."
Picard: "Why have you fired on us?"
Macet: "Curious question, Captain. In *war* one
attacks one's enemies." |
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Picard:
"Gul Macet, the Federation and the Cardassians have
struggled too hard for peace...to abandon it so easily."
Macet: "*We* are not the ones who have abandoned
it, captain." |
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Hayden:
"Jean-Luc, I don't have to tell you the Federation is not
prepared for anew sustained conflict. You *must* preserve
the peace, no matter what the cost." |
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Picard:
"I think, when one has been angry for a very long time,
one gets used to it. And it becomes comfortable
like...like old leather. And finally...feels so humiliated
one can't remember feeling any other way." |
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Keiko:
"What's what you're singing?"
O'Brien: "What? Oh, it's just a little song. A
bunch of us used to sing it together on the Rutledge. I
hadn't thought about it in years."
Keiko: "What's it about?"
O'Brien: "Oh, it's about war...and glory." |
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Keiko:
"*What* are these little dark things?"
O'Brien: "Capers." |
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O'Brien:
"The only people left alive were in an outlying district
of the settlement. I was sent there with a squad to
reinforce them. Cardassians were advancing on us. Moving
through the streets, destroying, killing. I was with a
group of women and children, and two Cardassian soldiers
burst in. I stunned one of them...the other one jumped me.
We struggled. One of the women threw me a phaser, and I
fired. The phaser was set at maximum. The man just...just
incinerated there before my eyes. I'd never killed
anything before. When I was a kid I'd, I'd worry about
swatting a mosquito. It's not you I hate, Cardassian. I
hate what I became because of you." |
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Macet:
"There are those who...crave war, who need it. I am not
one of them, Captain. And I am beginning to see...that
neither are you. We have had our full measure. The lasting
peace begins here...with the two of us." |
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Maxwell:
"Smells musty around here...like a bureaucrat's office!" |
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Picard:
"You have killed nearly seven hundred people. And you have
taken us to the brink of war."
Maxwell: "I have *prevented* war! Or at the very
least delayed it a good long time." |
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Maxwell:
"You're a fool, Picard. History will look at you, and say,
'This man was a fool.'"
Picard: "I'll accept the judgement of history." |
