You’re going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. I guess it’s better to be lucky than good. I’m afraid I still don’t understand, sir. The Federation’s gone; the Borg is everywhere! Travel time to the nearest starbase? Computer, belay that order. Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me.
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. Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp. Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. I’ll alert the crew. This is not about revenge. This is about justice. 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. Well, I’ll say this for him – he’s sure of himself. Captain, why are we out here chasing comets?
We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the Neutral Zone Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches… and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion? Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. Besides, you look good in a dress. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. What’s a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? I think you’ve let your personal feelings cloud your judgement.
I am your worst nightmare! For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others.