Headline Here H1

Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on the ship lately? That might've been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named "Enterprise." Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! Your head is not an artifact! I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things, sir. Damage report! Travel time to the nearest starbase? Sorry, Data. Worf, It's better than music. It's jazz. Your shields were failing, sir. Wouldn't that bring about chaos? I'm afraid I still don't understand, sir.

Headline Here H2

What's a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? I'll alert the crew. For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. Mr. Worf, you do remember how to fire phasers? 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. Wait a minute - you've been declared dead. You can't give orders around here. Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. I'll be sure to note that in my log.

Headline Here H3

Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who's asking his friend if he can start dating his sister. The unexpected is our normal routine. We know you're dealing in stolen ore. But I wanna talk about the assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf. Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral.

Headline Here H4

Computer, lights up! We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Well, I'll say this for him - he's sure of himself. Shields up! Rrrrred alert! When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years?

Headline Here H5

The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad interface modules. Why don't we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night - 'Commander'? I am your worst nightmare! You're going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. and attack the Romulans.

•  I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. 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.
•  I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. 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.
•  I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. 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. The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. I recommend you don't fire until you're within 40,000 kilometers. You enjoyed that. Besides, you look good in a dress. Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence.

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. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven.