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Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. A surprise party? Mr. Worf, I hate surprise parties. I would *never* do that to you. Your shields were failing, sir. I think you've let your personal feelings cloud your judgement. And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. The unexpected is our normal routine. The game's not big enough unless it scares you a little. Well, I'll say this for him - he's sure of himself. Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. Shields up! Rrrrred alert! Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named "Enterprise." We have a saboteur aboard. We know you're dealing in stolen ore. But I wanna talk about the assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf. Wouldn't that bring about chaos? I'm afraid I still don't understand, sir. 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. In all trust, there is the possibility for betrayal. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches... and Bularian canap├ęs? Are you up for promotion? Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who's asking his friend if he can start dating his sister. Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things, sir. Well, that's certainly good to know.

Mr. Worf, you do remember how to fire phasers? and attack the Romulans. Why don't we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night - 'Commander'? Well, that's certainly good to know. For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. Smooth as an android's bottom, eh, Data? You're going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. You did exactly what you had to do. You considered all your options, you tried every alternative and then you made the hard choice. Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp. We know you're dealing in stolen ore. But I wanna talk about the assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf. I recommend you don't fire until you're within 40,000 kilometers. In all trust, there is the possibility for betrayal. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. You bet I'm agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. Well, I'll say this for him - he's sure of himself. 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. Not if I weaken first. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? Your shields were failing, sir. I'm afraid I still don't understand, sir. This should be interesting.

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. Not if I weaken first. 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? I recommend you don't fire until you're within 40,000 kilometers. We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the Neutral Zone Sure. You'd be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. Wait a minute - you've been declared dead. You can't give orders around here. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named "Enterprise." I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. Talk about going nowhere fast. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? The Federation's gone; the Borg is everywhere! We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Captain, why are we out here chasing comets? What's a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. Computer, lights up! Wouldn't that bring about chaos? and attack the Romulans. Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who's asking his friend if he can start dating his sister. Your head is not an artifact!