Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? I will obey your orders. I will serve this ship as First Officer. And in an attack against the Enterprise, I will die with this crew. But I will not break my oath of loyalty to Starfleet. They were just sucked into space. Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on the ship lately? You’re going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. Captain, why are we out here chasing comets? You enjoyed that. Not if I weaken first. and attack the Romulans.
This is not about revenge. This is about justice. For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp. Now we know what they mean by ‘advanced’ tactical training. A surprise party? Mr. Worf, I hate surprise parties. I would *never* do that to you. Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who’s asking his friend if he can start dating his sister. Computer, lights up! I’ll alert the crew. Well, that’s certainly good to know. The unexpected is our normal routine. And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. The game’s not big enough unless it scares you a little. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named “Enterprise.” My oath is between Captain Kargan and myself. Your only concern is with how you obey my orders. Or do you prefer the rank of prisoner to that of lieutenant? Computer, belay that order. Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. Wait a minute – you’ve been declared dead. You can’t give orders around here. The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad interface modules. Travel time to the nearest starbase? Worf, It’s better than music. It’s jazz. Damage report! Why don’t we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night – ‘Commander’? When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? I’ll be sure to note that in my log. Smooth as an android’s bottom, eh, Data? Wouldn’t that bring about chaos? Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. Mr. Worf, you do remember how to fire phasers? I’ve had twelve years to think about it. And if I had it to do over again, I would have grabbed the phaser and pointed it at you instead of them. Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches… and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion? Shields up! Rrrrred alert! You bet I’m agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. What? We’re not at all alike! In all trust, there is the possibility for betrayal. The Federation’s gone; the Borg is everywhere! We have a saboteur aboard. We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. Congratulations – you just destroyed the Enterprise. Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. I can’t. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship. I think you’ve let your personal feelings cloud your judgement. I’d like to think that I haven’t changed those things, sir. We know you’re dealing in stolen ore. But I wanna talk about the assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf. Your shields were failing, sir. A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral.
Ensign Babyface! Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation. Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the Neutral Zone