Well, I'll say this for him - he's sure of himself. Worf, It's better than music. It's jazz. Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral. Travel time to the nearest starbase? The game's not big enough unless it scares you a little. Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches... and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion? And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. and attack the Romulans. I can't. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship. Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation. 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. Captain, why are we out here chasing comets? Now we know what they mean by 'advanced' tactical training. Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? Ensign Babyface! Wait a minute - you've been declared dead. You can't give orders around here. About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. I guess it's better to be lucky than good. You enjoyed that. Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. The unexpected is our normal routine. 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. Sure. You'd be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. Wouldn't that bring about chaos? They were just sucked into space. Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly!