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Wait a minute – you’ve been declared dead. You can’t give orders around here. Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. Besides, you look good in a dress. How long can two people talk about nothing? I guess it’s better to be lucky than good. Your only concern is with how you obey my orders. Or do you prefer the rank of prisoner to that of lieutenant?
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. They were just sucked into space. The game’s not big enough unless it scares you a little. Sure. You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? I’d like to think that I haven’t changed those things, sir. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book?
Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches… and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion? Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. Damage report! 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. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years?