Top 300 Quotes From Lieutenant Worf
Lieutenant: Be quiet! Or disappear back where you came from.
Q: I can't disappear - any more than you could win a beauty contest.
Commander William T. Riker: When in Rome, eh?
Lieutenant: When where, sir?
Lieutenant: So, you asked to serve aboard the Enterprise to watch me.
Kurn: It was an excellent opportunity to see what kind of Klingon you were - or if you were Klingon at all.
Lieutenant: Your deception offends me, Brother.
Kurn: It should. But it was required.
Lieutenant: To satisfy your curiosity.
Kurn: No. Much more. You are the eldest son. The challenge is yours to make.
Lieutenant: [perplexed] Challenge?
Kurn: The Klingon High Council has judged our father a traitor to the Empire.
[Worf and Toq are on the hunt]
Toq: I can feel my heart pounding!
Lieutenant: Yes. This is the moment where life and death meet. This is what we are - warriors.
Toq: I was never taught that.
Lieutenant: There is much you were never taught.
[La Forge is staggering and groaning]
Lieutenant: Are you all right?
Lieutenant: If I could see, I'd be seeing stars.
Doctor: There must be something we can do to help.
Captain: We may have done too much to help them already, Doctor.
Lieutenant: But we saved them from destruction.
Captain: Did we?
Kahless: You still do not believe it is me, do you, Worf?
Lieutenant: I want to believe.
Kahless: That is a beginning.
[Worf is faced with a duplicated bridge and Riker on the "USS Yamato"]
Lieutenant: What's going on? A ship has one bridge. One bridge! One Riker, one bridge!
Lieutenant: The boy is unreasonable.
Lwaxana: Well, of course he's unreasonable. He's a child!
[Worf is back in his own reality and quarters]
Counselor: Welcome home, Worf. I hope you don't mind I let myself in. I promised Alexander I'd feed his Dalvin hissing beetle while you were both away.
Lieutenant: So, you do not live here?
Counselor: What's that supposed to mean?
Lieutenant: It is a long story.
Commander William T. Riker: I don't mean to be indelicate,
[turns to Troi]
Commander William T. Riker: but who's the father?
Counselor: Last night, *while I slept*, something, that I can only describe as a presence, entered my body.
Captain: A life form of unknown origin and intent, is *breeding*, right now, inside of Counselor Troi. Our purpose here today is determine what course of action we need to take.
Lieutenant: The decision is clear. The pregnancy must be terminated to protect the ship.
Commander William T. Riker: [as the bridge crew is discussing the issue, Troi hears a heartbeat within her mind, and looks down at her stomach, then back up to the conference room screen which shows a gestating fetus. The crew's voices are muffled, but can still be clearly heard as Troi is focusing on the baby growing inside her] This situation presents a danger to us and the counselor. It's an invasion, of what, I don't know.
Lt. Commander Data: Captain, this is a life form. Denying it the right to survive, takes away our opportunity to study it.
Lieutenant: [showing Lursa and B'Etor a knife] This was dropped by one of the assassins. It bears the crest of your house.
Lursa: Someone must have given it to the assassins to implicate us.
Counselor: Why would someone do that?
B'Etor: In order to tarnish our good name.
Lieutenant: You cannot tarnish a rusted blade.
Sito: How am I supposed to defend myself when I can't see a thing?
Lieutenant: Stop making excuses! Replace the blindfold!
Sito: No! It's not a fair test.
Lieutenant: Very good, Ensign. You have passed the challenge.
[in order to accustom a rather suspicious Captain K'Temoc to the 24th century, Worf poses as Captain of the Enterprise]
Lieutenant: Captain, as you are new to this century, I have tried to be patient, but I will tolerate no further insubordination. Drop your shields, immediately!
Capt. K'Temoc: And if I refuse?
Lieutenant: Then die in ignorance. I can waste no more time on you.
Lieutenant: Any classified weapons knowledge you share with your captors will be considered treason.
Lieutenant: Yeah, but I may have no choice.
Lieutenant: You will die without honor.
Lieutenant: Thanks a lot, Worf.
Lieutenant: You will never attain the 24th level of awareness.
Lieutenant: 24, huh? That's, uh... that's quite a challenge.
Lieutenant: Indeed. 24 is the gateway to heroic salvation.
Lieutenant: Words come later. It is the scent that first speaks of love.
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: Thanks, Worf. That helps a lot!
[Riker and Worf have run one of Worf's rigorous calisthenics programs on the holodeck]
Commander William T. Riker: You do this every day?
Lieutenant: No, Commander. Usually, my calisthenics are more... intense. But those sessions are too personal to be shared.
Commander William T. Riker: I'll bet they are.
[Geordi is thrown onto the bridge from the turbolift. Riker helps him up]
Lieutenant: Destroy the probe, sir, quickly!
Captain: Worf, target phasers!
Lieutenant: Phasers locked on target.
Captain: Fire!
[the probe is destroyed]
Captain: Welcome to the bridge, Mr. La Forge.
Lieutenant: It is Worf, madam, not Woof!
Duras: You are a fool. And your challenge can only result in a fool's death.
Lieutenant: It is a good day to die, Duras. And the day is not yet over.
Captain: How did they die?
Lieutenant: They died well.
Lieutenant: Sir, I protest. I am *not* a merry man!
[Worf is getting ready for a diplomatic reception]
Lieutenant: I do not see why it is necessary to wear these... ridiculous uniforms.
Commander William T. Riker: Protocol.
Lieutenant: They look like dresses.
Commander William T. Riker: That is an incredibly outmoded and sexist attitude! I'm surprised at you. Besides, you look good in a dress.
Capt. Picard: Lieutenant Worf, you're now Acting Chief of Security.
Lieutenant: I will do my best, sir.
Lieutenant: Pygmy cretins!
Tokath: We've put aside the old hatreds. Here, Romulans and Klingons live in peace. I won't allow you to destroy what we have.
Lieutenant: Do not deceive yourself. These people are not happy here. I see the sadness in their eyes.
Tokath: That's not what I see when I look in my wife's eyes. I married a Klingon. So you see, when I warn you not to disrupt our lives here, I'm not speaking just as a jailor; but as a man protecting his family.
Lieutenant: [Worf refusing to try a procedure that would grant him limited mobility after his paralysis] I will not be seen lurching through corridors like some half-Klingon machine. An object of ridicule and disgust.
Lieutenant: [of the holodeck malfunctions] It is the sign... of La Forge.
Commander William T. Riker: Where will I find Commander Data?
Lieutenant: Commander Data is on special assignment, sir. He's using our shuttlecraft to transfer an admiral over to the Hood.
Commander William T. Riker: An admiral?
Lieutenant: He's been aboard all day, sir, checking over medical layout.
Commander William T. Riker: Why a shuttlecraft? Why wouldn't he just beam over?
Lieutenant: I suppose he could, sir, but the Admiral's a rather... remarkable man.
Admiral Leonard H. "Bones" McCoy: [in a corridor with Data] Have you got some reason you want my atoms scattered all over space, boy?
Lt. Commander Data: No, sir. But at your age, sir, I thought you shouldn't have to put up with the time and trouble of a shuttlecraft.
Admiral Leonard H. "Bones" McCoy: Hold it right there, boy.
Lt. Commander Data: Sir?
Admiral Leonard H. "Bones" McCoy: What about my age?
Lt. Commander Data: Sorry, sir, if that subject troubles you.
Admiral Leonard H. "Bones" McCoy: Troubles me? What's so damned troublesome about not having died?
Lieutenant: Spiritual possessions of this sort have been reported throughout Klingon history. It is called jat'yIn - the taking of the living by the dead.
Captain: Human history is full of many similar legends.
Lieutenant: Then you believe they may be telling the truth?
Captain: Not for one moment.
Lieutenant: Sir, they know much about the Essex. If it *is* the spirit of Captain Shumar...
Captain: Then he should be behaving very much better, don't you think?
[Chorgan's ship fires on the Enterprise]
Lieutenant: Shield holding.
Captain: Mr. Worf, contact Chorgan, tell him Brull has brought us to talk...
[the ship rocks again]
Lieutenant: Chorgan is not responding.
[the ship rocks again]
Captain: Mr. Worf, can we knock out their shields without seriously damaging their ship?
Lieutenant: I believe we can, sir.
Captain: Prepare phasers and open a channel.
Lieutenant: Phasers locked, channel open.
Captain: Chorgan, this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Enterpr-
[the ship rocks yet again]
Captain: All right... let's focus their attention. Mr. Worf, fire phasers.
[the Enterprise fires]
Lieutenant: Their forward shields are inoperative.
Captain: Well done, Lieutenant.
Lieutenant: We are being hailed, sir.
Captain: That's better. On screen.
Chorgan: Brull, you traitor! You have brought them here to destroy me!
Captain: Chorgan, if I wanted you destroyed, you would not be talking to me right now. Obviously, I wanted something else.
Dr. Nikolai Rozhenko: Things were never easy between us, were they?
Lieutenant: No.
Dr. Nikolai Rozhenko: It's my fault. If I'd been more like you, we wouldn't have had so many problems.
Lieutenant: No. If you had been more like me, these people would not be here now. You gave them a chance at a new life.
Lieutenant: Where have they taken my son? Where is he?
[grabs Eli by his collar]
Eli: Temper, temper, Sheriff. My pa ain't gonna like it if I come home all bruised.
Lieutenant: The Marla Aster I knew and honored is not in this room, nor does she await you on the planet. She now only lives here...
[he touches his chest, then Jeremy's]
Lieutenant: ...and here.
Counselor: Have you ever wondered how Alexander felt about being sent away?
Lieutenant: He was... very young. I am sure that he was confused.
Counselor: Do you think he felt abandoned? After all, he left very soon after K'Ehleyr's death. In a way, he not only lost his mother; he lost his father as well.
Lieutenant: A Klingon never breaks his word.
Lieutenant: [to himself] At ease, Lieutenant, at ease.
Lt. Cmdr. Data: If the warp engines fail to function, the result could be... unfortunate.
Lieutenant: Very unfortunate. We will be dead.
Lt. Cmdr. Data: May I ask you a favor?
Lieutenant: Yes.
Lt. Cmdr. Data: Will you take care of Spot for me?
Lieutenant: [referring to Spot, Data's cat; slightly disturbed] Your *animal*?
Lieutenant: You should not have kept *this* from me!
K'Ehleyr: Well... now you know.
Lieutenant: Lieutenant Worf, personal log, stardate 45376.8 - Alexander has acted shamefully, and as his father, I must now deal with him. But I find that I would rather fight ten Balduk warriors than face one small child.
Commander William T. Riker: You're outmanned, you're outgunned, you're outequipped. What else have you got?
Lieutenant: Guile.
Commander William T. Riker: Something wrong?
Lieutenant: I know what you are planning, sir. I will not be surprised.
Commander William T. Riker: Surprised? I don't know what you're talking about.
Lieutenant: Of course you don't.
[Worf moves in on Q]
Captain: No, Lieutenant Worf! You'll make no move against him unless I order it.
Q: Pity! You might have learned an interesting lesson, Macrohead - with a microbrain!
Lieutenant: Grrr...
[Worf asks Troi to become his son's 'SoH-chim']
Lieutenant: You would become his surrogate mother. In case anything ever happened to me, you would be responsible for him.
Counselor: I don't know what to say. It's a great honor. So, um... that would make me your...?
Lieutenant: The closest analogy is... step-sister.
Counselor: [smiles] That would make my mother your step-mother.
Lieutenant: [looks aghast] I had not considered that.
[thinks it over]
Lieutenant: It is a risk I am willing to take.
[Troi walks in on Worf who has just smashed his glass table during an agitated mok'bara exercise]
Counselor: Did the table do something wrong?
Lieutenant: No.
Counselor: I'm glad you weren't that hard on Ensign Lopez.
Lieutenant: He made a mistake. The duty roster was inaccurate.
Counselor: Would you like to talk about what's bothering you, or would you like to break some more furniture?
K'Ehleyr: Damn you, Worf! You'd let me go without saying another word, wouldn't you?
Lieutenant: What needs to be said?
K'Ehleyr: Nothing. Everything.
Lieutenant: [referring to his dishonor] Respect my wishes in this matter. I cannot take the oath with you. Nor can I claim your son.
K'Ehleyr: If you cannot be his father... at least be his friend.
Lt. Commander Data: [examining skeletal remains in hotel bed] Definitely human. Male.
Commander William T. Riker: Looks like the poor devil died in his sleep.
Lieutenant: What a terrible way to die.
Tokath: When I informed the High Command that the Klingons wanted to remain here, I was told that unless I stayed to oversee them myself, they would be killed. My decision ended my military career.
Lieutenant: Why did you do it?
Tokath: I don't expect you to understand. You're a Klingon.
Doctor: Tell me, is your entire population made up of clones, Prime Minister?
Lieutenant: Clones?
Commander William T. Riker: Clones?
Prime: Clones.
Lieutenant: [to Jeremy] Join me in the R'uustai - the Bonding. You will become part of my family now and for all time. We will be brothers.
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: Worf... I don't see how you can eat that stuff. It tastes like... liquid polymer.
Lieutenant: Delicious!
Locutus: Worf - Klingon species. A warrior race. You, too, will be assimilated.
Lieutenant: The Klingon Empire will never yield!
Locutus: Why do you resist? We only wish to raise quality of life, for all species.
Lieutenant: I like my species the way it is!
[last lines]
Captain: You found what you were looking for, Mr. Worf?
Lieutenant: No, sir. There was no prison camp. Those young people are survivors of a vessel that crashed in the Carraya system four years ago. No one survived Khitomer.
Captain: [truthfully] I understand.
Duras: You claim a birthright you have forsaken.
Lieutenant: I have not forsaken my heritage. I am Klingon. My heart is of this world. My blood is as yours.
Duras: Yet you come here in a child's uniform and you bring outsiders to our great halls.
Captain: I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise.
Duras: Your words have no place here, human.
K'mpec: Duras. Let him speak.
Captain: Lt. Worf has served under my command with distinction. He has earned my admiration and my respect. It is my greatest wish that this council, in its wisdom, will clear his family name and return him to duty.
K'mpec: The trust of a commanding officer is admirable and is noted.
[about the Borg encountered on Ohniaka III]
Commander William T. Riker: They were fast, aggressive, almost vicious. It was more like fighting Klingons than...
[realizes]
Commander William T. Riker: ... Borg.
[to Worf]
Commander William T. Riker: No offense.
Lieutenant: None taken.
Tokath: Well, Worf - you've had quite an effect on the young people.
Lieutenant: I have done nothing more than show them who they are.
Tokath: No. You have shown them what you want them to be.
Lieutenant: Captain, DaiMon Goss is demanding to know where his men are.
Captain: Advise him to set his coordinates for the Delta Quadrant. He may run into them in... 80 years or so.
K'Ehleyr: [having dispatched Worf's exercise program] It's not much of a program.
Lieutenant: [gives her a look] Computer... level two.
Commander William T. Riker: Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on this ship lately?
Lieutenant: I hadn't noticed.
[they enter Ten Forward, where a mass brawl is in full swing]
Lieutenant: I see what you mean.
Lieutenant: I have much to teach you about women!
[after La Forge has made a fool of himself when approached by Christy]
Alexander: Where are the other Klingons?
Lieutenant: There are no others on board.
Alexander: Why?
Lieutenant: The Federation and the Klingon Empire were enemies for many years. No other Klingons have asked to serve in Starfleet.
Alexander: Why?
Lieutenant: A warrior does not ask so many questions!
[Worf has been given a painting from Data for his birthday. Shortly after, he appears slightly dizzy]
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: Worf, are you all right?
Lieutenant: Yes. Yes, I... think Data's painting is making me dizzy.
[first lines]
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: No question about it. She was bluffing, Worf.
Lieutenant: Bluffing is not one of Counselor Troi's strong suits -... - No, it would've been unwise to call. Yes, my hand was not strong enough.
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: You had jacks and eights, and she bluffed you with a pair of sixes.
Lieutenant: How did *you* know what I had?
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: Let's just say I had a special insight into the cards.
[points at his VISOR]
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: Maybe next time you should bring a deck that's not transparent to infrared light.
[Worf looks at him suspiciously]
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: [jovially] Not to worry, Worf. I only peek after the hand is over.
Captain: Lieutenant - sometimes, the moral obligations of command are less than clear. I have to weigh the good of the many against the needs of the individual, and try to balance them as realistically as possible. God knows, I don't always succeed.
Lieutenant: I have not had cause to complain, Captain.
Captain: Oh. Lieutenant, you wouldn't complain even if you had cause.
Lieutenant: Thinking about what you can't control only wastes energy, and creates its own enemy.
Lieutenant: Do not be fooled by her looks. The body is just a shell.
[repeated line]
Lieutenant: Mute.
Lieutenant: Now we are ready.
Captain: The question is... for what?
[Picard informs Worf that he will go into the city's old quarter to look for Kahlest]
Lieutenant: It is too dangerous. You must not go alone.
Captain: Hey... I'm your cha'DIch.
Kurn: Gowron *spits* in your face when you ask him to give back what is rightfully ours. And you would support him?
Lieutenant: We cannot regain honor by acting dishonorably.
[last lines]
Lieutenant: I will have to explain all of this to Mother and Father.
Dr. Nikolai Rozhenko: They won't understand.
Lieutenant: They may. I will tell them... that you are happy.
Captain: Lieutenant, I order you to relax.
Lieutenant: [agitated] I *am* relaxed!
Commander William T. Riker: [on seeing the dead crew of the USS Lantree] Looks like they had a battle with time.
Lieutenant: And lost.
Captain: This is not unlike a... a drumhead trial.
Lieutenant: I do not understand.
Captain: 500 years ago, military officers would upend a drum on the battlefield. They'd sit at it and dispense summary justice. Decisions were quick, punishments severe; appeals denied. Those who came to a drumhead were doomed.
Lieutenant: Engineering reports computer ma... a... ATCHOO! I'm sorry - I'm getting sick.
Lieutenant: I'm sure half the ship knows that by now.
Lieutenant: [of the fish-like Antedeans] What a handsome race.
Lieutenant: If we find Commander Data, it may be our fate to die with him in the past. If our remains *are* in that cavern, they would have turned to dust long ago.
Lieutenant: Will you, or will you not, help me with the Hegh'bat?
Commander William T. Riker: You are my friend. And in spite of everything I've said, if it were my place, I would probably help you. But I have been studying Klingon ritual and Klingon law, and I've discovered... it is not my place to fill that role. According to tradition, that honor falls to a family member - preferably the oldest son.
Lieutenant: That is impossible. He is a child.
Commander William T. Riker: "The son of a Klingon is a man the day he can first hold a blade." True?
Lieutenant: Alexander is not fully Klingon. He is part Human!
Commander William T. Riker: That's an excuse. What you really mean... is, it would be too hard to look at your son and tell him to bring you the knife, watch you stab it into your heart, then pull the knife out of your chest and wipe your blood on his sleeve. That's the rite of death, isn't it? Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Worf - I can't help you. There's only one person on this ship who can.
Lieutenant: [about Sito's mission] Be certain you understand the risk you are taking. If you are captured...
Sito: I'm Bajoran. No one knows better than I do what Cardassians do to their prisoners.
Alternate Captain William T. Riker #1: You don't remember any of this, do you?
Lieutenant: I do remember. I just remember differently.
[last lines]
Lieutenant: You must also... Brother.
Lt. Worf: I have restored life support. The oxygen levels will return to normal shortly.
Commander William T. Riker: Captain Scott, Lt. Worf.
Scotty: [surprised] Lieutenant?
Lt. Worf: Yes.
Commander William T. Riker: Captain, perhaps there are a few things we should talk about.
[Worf has shown a strong reaction to Kurn's offense]
Kurn: So, your blood is not so thin after all.
Lieutenant: I am a Klingon! If you doubt it, a demonstration can be arranged.
Kurn: That is the response of a Klingon - the response I would expect... from my older brother.
Lieutenant: Nepo!
Capt. Picard: This is mutiny!
Counselor: What would you like your father to promise, Alexander?
Alexander: No yelling.
Lieutenant: I DO N... - I do not yell.
Lieutenant: I went to Boreth to find my faith. For a time, I thought I had, but my heart is empty again. I do not know what to believe.
Lieutenant: [pauses, then picks up the phone] Yes?
[turns to Riker and Data]
Lieutenant: There's a female voice asking if we want room service.
Lt. Commander Data: I believe she's asking if we want the room cleaned.
Commander William T. Riker: Tell her no.
Lieutenant: [turns to phone] No.
[pauses, then hangs up slowly]
Commander William T. Riker: What did she say?
Lieutenant: She said the kitchen will be open 24 hours a day if we change our minds.
Lieutenant: [indicating Duras] *This* ha'bIDaH should've been fed to the dogs!
Lieutenant: Klingons never bluff.
[first lines]
Counselor: [exiting the holodeck] That was an incredible program!
Lieutenant: I am glad you approve. I have always found the Black Sea at night to be a most stimulating experience.
Counselor: Worf - we were walking barefoot on the beach, with balalaika music in the air, ocean breeze washing over us, stars in the sky, a full moon rising - and the most you can say is "stimulating"?
Lieutenant: It was... *very* stimulating.
Lieutenant: I have wagered heavily in the ship's pool that you will take him past the sixth plateau.
Commander William T. Riker: And if I don't?
Lieutenant: I will be... irritated.
Lt. Cmdr. Data: There was a rather peculiar limerick, being delivered by someone in the shuttlecraft bay. I am not sure I understand it... "There was a young lady from Venus, whose body was shaped like a... "
Capt. Picard: Captain to Security, come in!
Lt. Cmdr. Data: Did I say something wrong?
Lieutenant: I don't understand their humor either.
Lieutenant: I have a personal favor to ask.
Commander William T. Riker: Name it.
Lieutenant: I want you to assist me in performing the Hegh'bat ceremony. I want you to help me die.
Helena: Alexander is a, is a fine boy, Worf. He's, he's smart and he's high-spirited, a lot like you were at that age. And sometimes, when he comes running through the house, then he knocks over that big green lamp, just like you used to do.
Lieutenant: I don't remember you smiling when I knocked over that lamp.
Helena: Well, maybe once, when you weren't looking.
Lieutenant: I am asked to give up the very lifeblood of my mother and my father to those who murdered them!
Commander William T. Riker: So you blame all Romulans for that?
Lieutenant: Yes!
Commander William T. Riker: Forever? What if someday, the Federation made peace with the Romulans?
Lieutenant: Impossible.
Commander William T. Riker: That's what your people said a few years ago, about Humans. Think how many died on both sides in that war. Would you and I be here now like this, if we hadn't been able to let go of the anger and the blame? Where does it end, Worf? If that Romulan dies... does his family carry the bitterness on another generation?
Lieutenant: I have been told that patience is sometimes a more effective weapon than the sword.
[Guinan has served Worf a drink to taste]
Guinan: It's an Earth drink. Prune juice.
Lieutenant: A warrior's drink!
Captain: Ferengi vessel, we await your response.
Lieutenant: Suggest first strike, sir. Our shields now only have 63 seconds of power left before lowering.
Lieutenant: If the Ferengis' ship sensors can read us, sir, they will be waiting until we are most vulnerable.
Commander William T. Riker: I'm afraid I agree, Captain. They have not responded...
Captain: We will wait a bit more, Number One.
Lieutenant: 50 seconds.
Captain: Patience. Patience.
Daimon: The quicker we can come to terms, the better, NCC-1701-D.
Captain: Who is speaking?
Daimon: I am Tarr, DaiMon of the Ferengi. You wish to discuss surrender, Captain Picard?
Captain: What I said, DaiMon Tarr, is...
Daimon: Unconditional surrender, I warn you, is totally unacceptable. We will die to the last one of us before such dishonor.
Lieutenant: [Picard gives her the "cut it" gesture] Hailing frequencies closed, sir.
Captain: Something has seized their ship, too. They're in the same predicament as us. Launch a sensor probe. Set it to search for the source of... whatever this "something" is that is holding both ships.
K'Ehleyr: Tell me one thing. You would have gone through with the oath, wouldn't you? Regardless of the consequences to our careers, to our lives.
Lieutenant: Honor demanded no less.
K'Ehleyr: What do you want? Is honor all you care about? Don't you *feel* anything else?
Lieutenant: You look for battles in the wrong place. The true test of a warrior is not without, it is within.
[he thumps against his chest]
Lieutenant: Here, here is where we meet the challenge. It is the weaknesses in here a warrior must overcome.
Captain: No.
Lieutenant: You have talked of glory and of conquest, and legends we will write.
Captain: Yes. The birthright of every Klingon.
Lieutenant: Yet in all you say, where are the words 'duty', 'honor', 'loyalty'? Without which a warrior is nothing!
[Data is asking Worf for advice about La Forge's and Ro's funeral; the "ghostly" La Forge and Ro are watching]
Lt. Commander Data: Ensign Ro was a Bajoran. Her beliefs should be reflected as well. However, their death rituals are quite complicated.
Ensign: [groans] Oh, please, not the death chant.
Lieutenant: The Bajoran death chant is over two hours long.
Lieutenant: [in a poker round] Four hands in a row. How does he do it?
Commander William T. Riker: I cheat.
[Data looks up, suspicious]
Commander William T. Riker: I'm kidding!
K'Ehleyr: Were you concerned about me?
Lieutenant: As Head of Security, it is my duty to be... concerned.
K'Ehleyr: Is that it? Just "official" concern for my well-being?
[repeated line]
Lieutenant: Defend yourself!
Captain: Mister Worf, we have a conspiracy on our hands that could be a direct threat to the security of the Federation.
Lieutenant: Yes, sir.
Captain: As Chief Security Officer, I want you to accompany me to the next proceeding.
Lieutenant: Captain, they will be incensed. My presence will be disruptive.
Captain: Yes. It will.
[last lines]
Lieutenant: SoS jIH batlh SoH.
Jeremy: What does that mean?
Lieutenant: It honors the memory of our mothers. We have bonded. And our families are stronger.
Jeremy: SoS jIH batlh SoH.
Lieutenant: [about Klingon tea ceremony] It is a test of bravery - of one's ability to look at the face of mortality. It is also a reminder that death is an experience best shared - like the tea.
Doctor: Worf, you're a romantic!
Lieutenant: It is among the Klingons that love poetry achieves its fullest flower.
Lieutenant: If you are Alexander, you will remember your mother's last words before she died.
Alexander: I was three years old. She was dying when we found her. She barely managed to whisper my name. And then she took my hand and placed it in yours. And she died. And then you howled in rage, and said "Look upon her. Look upon death, and always remember." And I always have.
Lieutenant: [when getting involved in a saloon brawl] I'm beginning to see the appeal of this program!
Dr. Nikolai Rozhenko: [Nikolai has illicitly beamed aboard a colony of Boralaans to one of the Enterprise's Holodecks to save them from a planetary catastrophe] You worry too much, Worf. You always did. Everything will work out.
Lieutenant: You have disgraced yourself. And you have disgraced me. And I want nothing more to do with you.
Lieutenant: Captain, the creatures are accelerating their approach. They are changing color!
Lieutenant: And now a personal request, sir. Permission to clean up the bridge.
Lt. Worf: [while Picard is scrolling through the Sheliak's treaty log to find a loophole; annoyed] This is hopeless! Fighting would have been preferable!
[his shipmates sing a Klingon version of "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" to Worf]
Lieutenant: [irritated] That was not a Klingon song!
Counselor: It wasn't easy to translate. There doesn't seem to be a Klingon word for "jolly".
Kareen: Excuse me, sir - are you a Romulan?
Lieutenant: [snarling] Hardly!
Captain: Just have Mr. Data fetch me in a shuttle. And have him bring along a uniform.
Lieutenant: Did you say uniform?
Captain: [sternly] Yes, I did!
[Picard finds his ready room inexplicably in disarray and consults Worf to investigate]
Captain: Well, perhaps we have a poltergeist.
Lieutenant: [puzzled] Sir?
Captain: A mischievous spirit.
Lieutenant: [disbelieving] Sir.
Captain: Perhaps not.
Lieutenant: The Borg have neither honor nor courage. *That* is our greatest advantage.
Kurn: The two sons of Mogh. Together, we'll restore the family honor.
Lieutenant: No. For the proceedings, you will not reveal your true father.
Kurn: I must.
Lieutenant: You will not!
Kurn: Because it would mean my death as well if you fail? A Klingon's honor means more to him than his life. Perhaps your Human values have clouded your judgment. I insist.
Lieutenant: On this ship, you are my Commander, and I obey. In Council chambers, you are *my* cha'DIch. You do not insist. *You* obey.
Lieutenant: [to Data] With all due respect... BEGONE!... sir.
Lieutenant: [repeating his speech to Alexander] As time passes, a boy inevitably becomes a man. But what is not inevitable is that a man becomes a sword...
Lieutenant: I would not have thought it possible... to love a Romulan.
[Worf has expressed his gratitude to Captain K'Nera for offering him a position on his ship, which earns him inquiring looks from the entire bridge crew]
Lieutenant: I was just being polite, sir.
Captain: Ah! Commendable, Lieutenant.
[...]
Lieutenant: Really. I have no desire to leave the Enterprise.
Captain: [surprised about Worf's persistence] Good.
Captain: Acting Ensign Wesley Crusher has expressed his desire to remain on the Enterprise.
Commander William T. Riker: I see. And, how did you respond?
Captain: I haven't yet, Number One, I didn't feel it was my decision alone. His remaining, will have effects on all of us.
Commander William T. Riker: Good point, with his mother gone, who will see to his studies?
Captain: That's true. Of course, that responsibility would fall to Commander Data.
Commander William T. Riker: And, who will tuck him in at night?
Wesley: [embarrassed] Come on, Commander!
Lieutenant: [somewhat reluctant] I will accept that responsibility.
Counselor: Well, we know he'll get his sleep
[looks to Worf and smiles]
Counselor: .
Captain: [looks to Riker, put his hand on his chin in thought] You know, Number One? It seems to me that you would be best suited for these responsibilities. Are you willing to serve?
Commander William T. Riker: Difficult decision.
[Riker looks to Wesley, who looks back in quiet anticipation. Riker grins]
Commander William T. Riker: Yes, I can do that.
Captain: [looks to Wesley] Very well, Mr. Crusher, contact your mother at Starfleet Medical, give her my regards, and tell her that you have my permission to remain on the Enterprise. But
[points to Wesley]
Captain: I will abide by her wishes.
Wesley: [grins] Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir! I know she'll agree!
Captain: Now, do you have course and speed laid in?
Wesley: Yes Sir, they are!
Captain: Very well, Mr. Crusher. Engage.
[Wesley grins, and sets the Enterprise's next course]
Lieutenant: Klingons do not pursue relationships. They conquer that which they desire. However - Lieutenant D'Sora serves under my command. If she were mistreated, I would be very displeased - sir.
[first lines]
Lieutenant: As time passes, a boy inevitably becomes a man. But what is not inevitable is that a man become a warrior. A warrior must be forged like a sword, tempered by... by...
Lieutenant: [remembers] Tempered by experience.
Lt. Cmdr. Data: For over nine millennia, potential foes have regarded the Zakdorns as having the greatest innately strategic minds in the galaxy.
Lieutenant: So, no one is willing to test that perception in combat?
Lt. Cmdr. Data: Exactly.
Lieutenant: Then the reputation means nothing.
[after the delivery]
Lieutenant: [about Keiko's baby] I believe she looks like Chief O'Brien.
[Picard and Worf are invited to tea in the Uxbridges' house]
Rishon: Well, what do you think, Mr. Worf?
Lieutenant: Good tea. Nice house.
Lieutenant: If there were a way, I would take you away with me.
Ba'el: If there is anything that I've learned from you, from your reaction to me, it's that I have no place out there. Other Klingons will not accept me for what I am.
Lieutenant: And if I stay here, these Klingons will not accept me for what I am.
[Ba'el tries to help Worf escape, which he refuses]
Ba'el: They will kill you!
Lieutenant: Yes, but they will not defeat me.
Lieutenant: Immobilized by the damn Ferengi!
Kamala: [Data is escorting Kamala out of Ten Forward. She suddenly stops and sensually glares at Worf; purr-growls] rrrrr-rrrrr.
[Worf stops and looks at her. Kamala grins seductively as she leaves with Data]
Lt. Worf: [growls with sensual pleasure] Grrr... .
[Worf suddenly realizes what he's doing and regains his composure]
Lieutenant: My computer simulation was not like this. That delivery was very orderly.
Keiko: Well, I'm sorry!
Lieutenant: A warrior does not complain about physical discomfort.
Lt. Cmdr. Dexter Remmick: You don't like me very much, do you?
Lieutenant: Is it required - sir?
Lieutenant: I am no longer a warrior. I'm no longer strong. I... I feel...
Counselor: What? What do you feel?
Lieutenant: I feel fear.
Counselor: To admit that you're afraid gives you strength.
Lieutenant: Something is waiting for us. I am not strong enough to fight it!
Lieutenant: I am not concerned with pleasure, Commander. I am a warrior.
Commander William T. Riker: Even Klingons need love now and then.
Lieutenant: For what we consider love, sir, I would need a Klingon woman.
Commander William T. Riker: What about plain old basic sex? You must have some need for that.
Lieutenant: Of course, but with the females available to me, sir - Earth females - I must restrain myself too much. They are quite fragile, sir.
[last lines]
Lieutenant: Captain - you keep a saddle on board?
Commander William T. Riker: Mr. Worf, I'm surprised at you.
Doctor: Anyone who is an experienced rider naturally has his own saddle.
Counselor: It's perfectly normal.
Captain: Actually it came in handy. I only wish I'd had the opportunity to use it on a horse.
Lieutenant: [confused] Of course...
Lieutenant: You are late.
K'Ehleyr: Sorry. Had to make myself beautiful.
Lieutenant: I fail to understand why.
K'Ehleyr: Worf, we're alone now. You don't have to act like a Klingon glacier. I don't bite. Well, that's wrong. I *do* bite.
[Worf gives Wesley advice on romance from a Klingon perspective]
Wesley: Are you telling me to go yell at Salia?
Lieutenant: No. Men do not roar. Women roar. Then they hurl heavy objects... and claw at you.
Wesley: What does the man do?
Lieutenant: [dreamily] He reads love poetry...
Lieutenant: [back to his serious self] He ducks a lot.
Lieutenant: I am fine.
Doctor: You're not fine, you fainted.
Lieutenant: I did not faint. Klingons do not faint.
Doctor: Excuse me, I'll rephrase: this Klingon suffered a dramatic drop in blood pressure; his blood glucose level dropped. There was deficient blood flow resulting from circulatory failure. In other words, he curled up his toes and lay unconscious on the floor.
Lieutenant: Doctor, there is no need to insult me.
[the Enterprise is contacting a local starship depot regarding the destroyed Vulcan ship]
Lt. Worf: I have made contact, Commander.
Commander William T. Riker: On screen. I'm Commander William Riker from the Federation Starship Enterprise.
Klim: Klim Dokachin, Quartermaster, Surplus Depot Zed One Five.
Commander William T. Riker: I need some information about a Vulcan ship, the T'Pau. It was sent to you a few years ago.
Klim: Did you arrange an appointment?
Commander William T. Riker: An appointment? No.
Klim: Then I will be unable to help you. You may communicate with scheduling.
[transmission ends]
Commander William T. Riker: Who does he think he is?
Counselor: The Quartermaster of the supply yard, with information you need.
Commander William T. Riker: Right. Mr. Worf, re-establish communication.
Lt. Worf: Aye, sir.
Commander William T. Riker: Mister Dokaychin?
Klim: Dokachin. Klim Dokachin.
Commander William T. Riker: Mister Dokachin, the information I need involves a matter of major importance to the Federation. I'll need access to your logs, your files. My people can do the work.
Klim: I don't allow outsiders into my computer system..
Commander William T. Riker: All right, one of your people can do the work.
Klim: I wish I had the people to spare. I don't.
Commander William T. Riker: [becoming indignant] Well, sir, what would you suggest?
Klim: I don't know. Contact me when you reach orbit.
[transmission ends]
Commander William T. Riker: I don't believe this.
Counselor: He's king of his particular hill, Commander. You'll have to treat him that way.
Commander William T. Riker: [smiles at Troi] Counsellor, this feels like a perfect job for you.
[the Enterprise investigates unusual geological activity in the Selcundi Drema sector]
Lt. Commander Data: Commander, I have been reviewing the unmanned probe scans. At some point during the last 150 years, the fifth planet of Selcundi Drema has shattered, forming an asteroid belt.
Commander William T. Riker: I'd call that geological instability.
Lieutenant: Is there any indication that this is the work of an unknown intelligence?
Commander William T. Riker: This is geology, not malevolence. These planets live fast and die hard. The question is, why?
Lieutenant: Less talk - more synthehol!
Capt. Picard: Fine. You want to be treated as human?
Q: Absolutely.
Capt. Picard: All right. Mr. Worf - throw him in the brig!
Lieutenant: Delighted, Captain.
Lieutenant: I apologize for being late Captain. I was detained in school.
Lieutenant: Even if he is not the real Kahless, he is the rightful heir to Kahless.
Lieutenant: I believe you to be a man of honor, Gowron. I ask you: restore my family name.
Gowron: Worf - you killed Duras. I consider that no small favor. But what you ask is impossible.
Lieutenant: But after your installation...
Gowron: The grasp of Duras reaches out from the grave. Much of the Council is still loyal to his family. I must have the Council's support, to survive. I cannot expose their treachery. You chose to accept this disgrace, for the good of the Empire. Now you must live with your decision, like a Klingon.
Lieutenant: [the crew are trying to rescue a freighter from burning up in a planet's atmosphere] Captain, the tractor beam is available... if you want it?
Commander William T. Riker: At least we could pull them out of orbit before they enter the atmosphere.
Captain: [to the viewscreen] Freighter, we're going to lock on the tractor beam and pull you out of orbit.
T'Jon: Hey, that... that's great.
[Picard can't quite hide his bemusement with Captain T'Jon's cavalier attitude in this crisis situation]
Lt. Worf: [the Enterprise tractor beam tries and fails to grab onto the freighter] Captain, the freighter's orbit continues to deteriorate.
Lieutenant: The solar flares are interfering with the tractor beam, Captain. I can't lock on.
Captain: Captain T'Jon, we are unable to attach the tractor beam because of the intense solar activity.
T'Jon: [disinterested as ever] I understand. Thanks for trying.
Captain: Commander, how is it that we were not informed of the presence of the second Romulan on Galondon Core?
Commander: A simple misunderstanding, Captain Picard. I was obviously misinformed as to the size of the craft. I assure you, I intended no deception.
Captain: Of course not.
Commander: You doubt my good faith?
Captain: Let's just say my faith would be reinforced by a gesture from you - such as powering down your disruptors.
[Tomalak turns and nods to someone offscreen]
Lieutenant: Disruptors powering down.
Captain: Thank you. Commander, we will return your officer, and escort your ship to the Neutral Zone.
Commander: That is acceptable.
[Worf has been "given" a Klingon woman, who is snarling at him]
Lieutenant: Worf, is this your idea of sex?
Lieutenant: This *is* sex. But I have no place for it in my life now!
Guinan: You know, you always drink alone. It wouldn't hurt you to seek out a little... companionship.
Lieutenant: I would require a Klingon woman for... companionship. Earth females are too fragile.
Guinan: Not all of them. There are a few on this ship that... would find you... tame.
[Worf laughs out loud]
Lieutenant: Impossible.
Guinan: You never know till you try.
Lieutenant: Then I will never know.
Guinan: Coward.
Lieutenant: Congratulations. You are fully dilated to ten centimeters. You may now give birth.
Keiko: [groans] That's what I've been doing.
Counselor: [after a near-warp transport] This might sound crazy, but for a moment, I thought I was stuck in that wall.
Lieutenant: For a moment, you were.
Lieutenant: Nice planet.
Lieutenant: I would never want to come between you and someone you are involved with, or had ever been involved with.
Commander William T. Riker: Is there someone in particular that you're talking about?
Lieutenant: No. - Is there someone in particular you would rather I not be involved with?
Commander William T. Riker: Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who's asking his friend if he can start dating his sister.
[Worf and Guinan during target practice]
Guinan: You know, I had a bet with the Captain that I could make you laugh before you became lieutenant commander.
Lieutenant: Not a good bet today.
Guinan: I've seen you laugh. I like it.
Lieutenant: Klingons do not laugh.
Guinan: Oh, yes, they do. Absolutely they do. You don't. But I've heard Klingon belly laughs that'd curl your hair.
[both continue with their target practice for a while]
Guinan: Your son laughs. He's Klingon.
Lieutenant: He is a child and part Human!
Guinan: That's right. And you're not; you're a full Klingon, except... you don't laugh.
[everyone seems to find Riker's omelets inedible]
Lieutenant: [unflinchingly] Delicious.
Lieutenant: I cannot seek revenge against an enemy who's turned to dust centuries ago. Her death was senseless! The last victim of a forgotten war!
[last lines]
Commander William T. Riker: You come from a very brave and unique people. I'm glad you're with us on the Enterprise.
Lieutenant: Thank you, Commander. And... welcome home.
Commander William T. Riker: Sometimes I wonder if he's stacking the deck.
Lt. Commander Data: I assure you, Commander, the cards are sufficiently randomized.
Lieutenant: I hope so.
Lt. Worf: We have entered a massive gravitational field, Captain.
Lt. Commander Data: There are no stars or other stellar bodies listed on our navigational charts. However, sensors indicate the presence of an extremely strong gravitational source in this vicinity.
Captain: Can you localize the source of the gravitational field?
Commander William T. Riker: [Data puts it on the viewscreen] Sensors?
Lt. Commander Data: I am having difficulty scanning the object. It appears to be approximately 200 million kilometers in diameter.
Commander William T. Riker: That's nearly as large as the Earth's orbit around the sun.
Captain: Why didn't we detect this before now?
Lt. Commander Data: The object's enormous mass is causing a great deal of gravimetric interference. That might have prevented our sensors from detecting it before we dropped out of warp.
Captain: Mr. Data... could this be a Dyson sphere?
Lt. Commander Data: The object does fit the general parameters of Dyson's theory.
Commander William T. Riker: A Dyson sphere?
Captain: It's a very old theory, Number One. I'm not surprised that you haven't heard of it. In the 20th century, a physicist called Freeman Dyson postulated the theory that an enormous, hollow sphere could be constructed around a star. This would have the advantage of harnessing all the radiant energy of that star and any population living on the interior surface would have virtually inexhaustible sources of power.
Commander William T. Riker: Are you saying you think there are people living in there?
Lt. Commander Data: Possibly a great number of people, Commander. The interior surface area of a sphere this size is the equivalent of more than 250 million Class-M planets.
Lieutenant: [about the transformations on the Enterprise] We have been receiving reports from the rest of the ship. Part of deck 12 is now an aqueduct.
Counselor: What are we being transformed into?
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: I'm not sure I want to find out.
Lieutenant: Captain, we are being hailed by a small transport vessel just coming into range.
Counselor: [horrified] Oh, my God.
Captain: What's the problem?
Counselor: What's she doing here?
Wesley: On screen, Captain.
Transporter: Starship Enterprise, come in.
Commander William T. Riker: We have you on viewer, pilot.
Transporter: Enterprise, I have a passenger, a VIP passenger who I more...
Lwaxana: [shoving the pilot aside] Oh, let me talk to them. I'm sure I'm more articulate than that.
Counselor: Mother.
Commander William T. Riker: It is different.
Lieutenant: Many things will be different.
[after Worf has temporarily played "Captain" of the Enterprise]
Commander William T. Riker: How did you like command?
Lieutenant: Comfortable chair.
K'Ehleyr: And you wore it well.
Lieutenant: Sir - may I say your attempt to hold the away team at bay with a non-functioning weapon was an act of unmitigated gall.
Kevin: Didn't fool you, huh?
Lieutenant: I admire gall.
[Odell has complained about "lightning bolts" falling from the ceiling]
Danilo: Yeah, what the hell was that thing?
Lieutenant: Automated fire system. A force field contains the flame until the remaining oxygen has been consumed.
Danilo: Ah, yeah, w-what if I had been under that thing?
Lieutenant: You would have been standing in the fire.
Danilo: Yeah, well, leaving that aside for the moment, I mean, what would have happened to me?
Lieutenant: You would have suffocated and died.
Danilo: Ye-ah, sweet mercy.
Lt. Cmdr. Data: [asking Worf to take care of Spot] He will need to be fed once a day. He prefers feline supplement number 25.
Lieutenant: I understand.
Lt. Cmdr. Data: And he will require water. And you must provide him with a sandbox - and you must talk to him. Tell him he is a pretty cat, and a good cat...
Lieutenant: I will feed him.
Lt. Cmdr. Data: Perhaps that will be enough.
Lieutenant: Captain! Request permission to be excused from Commander Hutchinson's reception.
Captain: Permission granted... I wish I could excuse myself as well.
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: Er, Captain, permission to be...
Captain: Mr. La Forge, I cannot excuse my entire senior staff! Mr. Worf beat you to it.
[last lines]
Alexander: Are you my father?
Lieutenant: Yes. I am your father.
Lieutenant: You are cunning. You must have Klingon blood. But the battle is over.
Roga: My battle is never over.
Lieutenant: Why do you mock me? Why do you wish to anger me?
Captain: Only to see if it is still possible.
Lieutenant: It is.
Wesley: I think I need to try something a little less... dangerous.
Lieutenant: Go to her door. Beg like a human.
Lieutenant: It is true - Kahless has returned!
Lt. Commander Data: Lieutenant, I must apologize for my inadvertent misconduct toward you.
Lieutenant: No apology necessary.
Lt. Commander Data: Your restraint was most remarkable.
Lieutenant: You have no idea.
Lieutenant: [Worf's first decision as Security Chief: stay aboard] The object here is not to engage the creature in battle. The goal is the safe return of Counselor Troi and Lieutenant Prieto. I can best accomplish this at the tactical station.
Captain: [of the Promellian battle cruiser] It is exactly as they left it, Number One - 'in the bottle'.
[Data and Worf, like Riker earlier, look at him rather blankly]
Captain: The ship in the bottle... Oh, good Lord, didn't anybody here build ships in bottles when they were boys?
Lieutenant: I did not play with toys.
Lt. Commander Data: I was never a boy.
Chief: I did, sir.
Captain: [pleased] Thank you, Mr. O'Brien.
Captain: How old are you?
Lieutenant: I am... old enough.
Lieutenant: Talk or play. Not both.
[Worf walks to an elevator in the Royale, thinking it a turbolift, but its doors don't open on approach]
Lieutenant: Seems to be malfunctioning.
[Q tries unsuccessfully to convince Worf that he has truly become an ordinary human]
Lieutenant: You have fooled us too often, Q.
Q: Oh, perspicacity incarnate. Please don't feel compelled now to tell me the story of "The Boy Who Cried 'Worf'".
Lieutenant: You have been accused of committing a homicide.
Eli: If you mean murder, then I guess I'm guilty. I've killed 23 men, Sheriff. One more ain't gonna make much of a difference. 'course... shootin' someone as ugly as you couldn't be considered a crime, could it? Was you born that way? Or did your momma marry an armadillo?
[Worf has accused Ambassador Byleth of cheating at poker]
Ambassador: Even if I were cheating, how would a plodding animal like you know it?
Lieutenant: You are an insulting, pompous fool! And if you were not an ambassador, I would disembowel you right here!
Ambassador: Do not let my title inhibit you, Klingon!
Lieutenant: There is no honor in attacking the weak.
Captain: [after Worf has refused to meeting K'Ehleyr with regard to his dishonor] Lieutenant, you are a member of this crew, and you will not go into hiding whenever a Klingon vessel uncloaks!
Lieutenant: [agrees] I withdraw my request, sir.
K'mpec: [on accepting discommendation] It would be the same as admitting your father's guilt, Worf.
Lieutenant: So be it.
K'mpec: Your heart... is Klingon.
Lwaxana: Aren't you going to mingle, Mr. Woof?
Lieutenant: I do not care for telepaths; they make me... uneasy.
Lwaxana: Oh, don't worry. The Cairn couldn't read your thoughts even if they wanted to. Your brain isn't sophisticated enough.
[Riker smirks gleefully]
Lwaxana: Neither is yours, dear. They can only communicate with other telepaths.
Lieutenant: If there is nothing to lose, no... sacrifice, then there is nothing to gain.
Lt. Commander Data: [Data has commandeered the bridge and driven the rest of the crew out. Riker and Worf are attempting to regain access through a Jefferies tube] Computer: configure a perimeter field charge, Sections 9K through 12T.
Commander William T. Riker: [the field charge takes effect] What the hell was that?
Lieutenant: He's activated a force field, sir.
Commander William T. Riker: Great. Just great.
[Worf and a few other officers are about to play parrises squares]
Lieutenant: Rest assured, Commander, we will be victorious, at whatever the cost.
Commander William T. Riker: Worf, it's just a game, a friendly little competition. You work up a sweat, you have a few laughs, and you make new friends.
Lieutenant: If winning is not important, then, Commander - why keep score?
Lieutenant: Uncle who?
[in yet another alternate universe]
Lieutenant: Personal log, stardate 47391.2 - There has been a malfunction in the ship's main deflector. It will require two more days of repairs. As a result, I will not be able to compete in the bat'leth tournament on Forcas III. I have asked my brother to take my place. He does not have my prowess with the blade, but...
Lieutenant: I thought for a minute we had a problem.
Lieutenant: Oh?
Lieutenant: Yes, it looked like Korris was going to hold that little girl as a hostage.
Lieutenant: That is not our way. Cowards take hostages. Klingons do not.
Lieutenant: [on the holodeck] Where are we?
Alexander: Deadwood. 19th century Earth - the Ancient West.
Lieutenant: What is our function here?
Alexander: You are the sheriff, and I am the deputy.
Lieutenant: You robbed the Klingons of who they were. You dishonored them.
Tokath: By not slitting their throats when we found them unconscious?
Lieutenant: I do not expect you to understand. You are a Romulan.
[Vorin is drawing the chronicle of his village]
Vorin: Doesn't your village keep a chronicle?
Lieutenant: Not in this manner.
Vorin: Then how do you teach your children their history? Who their ancestors were, where they come from?
Lieutenant: We... tell each other stories. Make up songs.
Vorin: Stories change with each person who tells them. This - this will always be the same.
Lieutenant: Do you know any Klingon opera?
Amarie: I'm afraid I don't get a lot of requests for it.
Lieutenant: [incredulously] Surely you must know at least one thing from "Aktuh and Matlota".
Amarie: [starts playing the opera with gusto] I may be a little rusty.
Lieutenant: Commander... how long have I been married to Counselor Troi?
Lt. Commander Data: Two years, one month, twelve days.
Lieutenant: And when did this relationship begin?
Lt. Commander Data: It is my understanding your romantic affiliation began shortly after you recovered from your spinal injury on stardate 45587. It was six months later that you asked Commander Riker for his formal permission to court Counselor Troi. You felt to do otherwise would be dishonorable.
Lieutenant: And then we mated?
Lt. Commander Data: I am not privy to the exact details of when, where or how your first coupling took place. I could investigate it.
Lieutenant: No, that is all right.
Lieutenant: Human bonding rituals often involve a great deal of talking and dancing and crying.
Lieutenant: Are you afraid to die while escaping?
L'Kor: We are dead, Worf. We died at Khitomer.
Capt. Picard: Return that moon to its orbit.
Q: I have no powers! Q the ordinary.
Capt. Picard: Q the liar! Q the misanthrope!
Q: Q the miserable, Q the desperate! What must I do to convince you people?
Lieutenant: Die.
Q: Oh, very clever, Worf. Eat any good books lately?
K'Ehleyr: I hid the truth from you. Last night did have meaning. I was tempted to take the oath with you. It scared me. I've never had such strong feelings toward anyone.
Lieutenant: Nor have I.
K'Ehleyr: Then it *was* more than just a point of honor. Maybe someday, when our paths cross again... I won't be so easy to get rid of.
Tarrana: Look!
[the holo-grid is beginning to show through Nikolai's simulation of Boraal in a pool of water]
Lieutenant: Do not worry. It is an omen.
Dobara: What does it mean?
Lieutenant: It is the sign of LaForge. It is a message to travelers. It is said when these lines appear and disappear in a pool of water...
[the scene cuts to Engineering where LaForge is listening on the com-channel]
Lieutenant: ... the road ahead will be filled with good fortune.
Lt. Cmdr. Geordi La Forge: Hang in there, Worf.
[works some controls]
Lt. Cmdr. Geordi La Forge: Give me just a second. There, that should do it.
Dr. Nikolai Rozhenko: [the simulation stabilises] You see. Our journey is already blessed. The road ahead is long. Let us have a meal together and then we'll make preparations to leave.
[after the Boraalans have dispersed]
Dr. Nikolai Rozhenko: Worf, very good work. Apparently, we don't make such a bad team after all.
Lieutenant: [Worf can barely hide his contempt] We are not a team. I am here because Captain Picard ordered me here.
Dr. Nikolai Rozhenko: Worf, don't we both share the same goal? Aren't we both trying to make this plan work?
Lieutenant: Only because you forced us into it.
Dr. Nikolai Rozhenko: I'm not ashamed of what I did. I'm not sorry I saved their lives.
Lieutenant: You have not changed. You still expect people to solve the problems you create.
Dr. Nikolai Rozhenko: I'm not here to work out the issues of our childhood. I'm here to save a people who I care about, and if that upsets you, then so be it.
[Nikolai storms off]
Lieutenant: I need you to help me.
Alexander: Anything, Father.
Lieutenant: I have taught you about... Klingon customs - the beliefs which we value. According to a tradition, I must take my life, after suffering this kind of injury. But I have decided to break with tradition. I have decided to live.
Alexander: I'm glad, Father.
Lieutenant: I will still have to undergo a dangerous operation. I may still die. But it will not be by my own hand.
[hands Alexander his ritual knife]
Lieutenant: Return this to our quarters.
Alexander: [takes it] Yes, sir.
Q: It was a mistake. I never should have picked human. I knew it the moment I said it. To think of a future in this shell... forced to cover myself with a fabric because of some outdated human morality, to say nothing of being too hot or too cold. Growing feeble with age, losing my hair, catching a disease, being ticklish, sneezing, having an itch, a pimple, bad breath...
[looks at Worf]
Q: Having to *bathe!*
Lieutenant: Too bad!
Lieutenant: Mrs. Troi... I must protest your unauthorized presence on the bridge!
Lwaxana: [pointing to tactical console] What does that little one do Mr. Woof?
Lieutenant: Please Madame! That's is a torpedo launch initiator and it's - it is Worf madame, not Woof.
Lieutenant: [at the poker table] I am experiencing... nIb'poH - the feeling I have done this before.
Commander William T. Riker: Yes, last Tuesday night.
Lieutenant: That's not what I mean.
L'Kor: Why did you come here Worf? If you had found your father, you would have found... only dishonor.
Lieutenant: If he had been captured, as you were, if I had found him here - I would be glad to see him. There is no room in my heart for shame.
L'Kor: I can only hope that if *my* son came here - he would be Klingon enough to kill me.
Captain: Have you lost your faith in Sto-vo-kor?
Lieutenant: To lose something, one must first possess it.
[Worf's first line]
Lieutenant: Shields and deflectors up, sir!
Lt. Commander Data: I have found that humans value their uniqueness - that sense that they are different from everyone else. The existence of a double would preclude that feeling. Could that be the source of the friction?
Lieutenant: Or perhaps it is more a matter of seeing something in your double, something you do not like in yourself.
[Worf has denied the Pasteur to cross the border into Klingon space, referring to "regulations"]
Picard: Well, I know that I am an old man and I am out of touch. But the Worf that I remember was more concerned with things like honor and loyalty than rules and regulations. But that was a long time ago, and maybe you're not the Worf I once knew.
[Worf curses in Klingon]
Worf: You have always used your knowledge of Klingon honor and tradition to get what you want from me.
Picard: Because it always works, Worf! Your problem is that you really *do* have a sense of honor, and you really *do* care about trust and loyalty. Don't blame me for knowing you so well.
Anya: You'll be happy to see me leave.
Lieutenant: No. You are a worthy opponent.
Anya: Thank you. At heart, we are very much alike.
Lieutenant: Yes, we are.
Anya: Perhaps we shall fight again. On the same side?
Lieutenant: It would be an honor.
Lieutenant: What burns in their eyes, fires my soul. I hear their words, and I see it all as it was. Part of me longs for that time.
Captain: It's bred in the bone. We all do.
Commander William T. Riker: It's been my understanding that one of the duties of the first officer of the Klingon vessel is to assassinate his captain?
Lieutenant: Yes, sir.
Commander William T. Riker: Wouldn't that bring about chaos?
Lieutenant: Of course not. See, when and if the captain becomes weak or unable to perform, it is expected that his honorable retirement should be assisted by his First. Your second officer will assassinate you for the same reasons.
Lt. Commander Data: Please show me spectral analysis, magnification 12k.
Computer: Silicon, germanium.
Lt. Commander Data: Transistor material.
Computer: Gallium arsenide.
Lieutenant: Emits light when charged.
Computer: Cadmium selenide, sulfide.
Lt. Commander Data: Emits charge when lit.
Computer: Water, impurities, sodium salts.
Lieutenant: Conductor.
Lieutenant: [to Data and Geordi] But is it alive?
Computer: Probability: positive.
Lieutenant: I wasn't asking *you*.
Lieutenant: [to Data, but really more to himself] In the Klingon MajQa ritual, there is nothing more important than receiving a revelation about your father. Your father is a part of you. Always. Learning about him teaches you about yourself. That is why no matter... where he is or what he has done... you must find him!
[Roga Danar is on the loose on the Enterprise]
Lieutenant: There is a full contingent of Security at all shuttlebays.
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: You want my advice? Double it!
Lwaxana: Now, that's more like it. Your thoughts, they're primal, savage. I like that in a man.
Lieutenant: I am not a man!
Lieutenant: The Cardassians have no honor. I do not trust them.
Counselor: They're our allies now, Mr. Worf. We have to trust them.
Lieutenant: Trust is earned, not given away.
Lieutenant: My mother is *never* on time. It is so... human of her.
Lt. Commander Data: If you met a double of yourself, would you have difficulty interacting with him?
Lieutenant: I think so.
Lt. Commander Data: Why?
Lieutenant: I am not easy to get along with.
Koroth: What is the story of The Promise, Worf?
Lieutenant: When Kahless had united our people and gave them the laws of honor, he saw that his work was done, so one night he gathered his belongings and departed for the edge of the city to say goodbye.
Koroth: The people wept. They did not want him to go.
Lieutenant: Then Kahless said: "You are Klingons. You need no one but yourselves. I will go now to Sto-vo-kor, but I promise, one day I will return." Then Kahless pointed to a star in the sky and said: "Look for me there, on that point of light."
Lieutenant: Captain, can you allow a man who's made one mistake back into a position where he may make another?
Wesley: I thought there was nothing that could frighten a Klingon warrior.
Lieutenant: Only fools have no fear.
Capt. Picard: Mr. Data, what kind of cake is this?
Lt. Cmdr. Data: It is a cellular peptide cake.
Lieutenant: [with his mouth full] With mint frosting.
Lieutenant: It is very difficult for me to depend on anyone for anything - but especially for my life.
Wesley: But on the Enterprise, you do that every day. Everyone depends on everyone else to protect them.
Lieutenant: Yes.
Wesley: So you overcame it?
Lieutenant: No. It is still my enemy.
Lieutenant: What is this place? How did a being like you get here?
Asst. Manager: Why, this is the Royale, of course. And my personal life is really none of your business, thank you.
Commander William T. Riker: What he means is, what planet is this?
Asst. Manager: I beg your pardon?
Commander William T. Riker: This planet, what do you call it?
Asst. Manager: Earth. What do you call it?
Lieutenant: We call it Theta VIII.
Asst. Manager: How charming.
[after being intimate with K'Ehleyr, Worf initiates a formal Klingon oath of marriage]
K'Ehleyr: Wait. You can't mean...
Lieutenant: We are mated.
K'Ehleyr: Yes, I know! I was there!
Lt. Commander Data: The sphere appears to be abandoned, Captain. Sensors show that the star is extremely unstable. It is experiencing severe bursts of radiation and matter expulsions.
Captain: Then that would explain why they abandoned it, but if there's no one still living there, how were we brought inside?
Lt. Commander Data: I believe we have triggered a series of automatic piloting beams designed to guide ships into the sphere.
Lt. Worf: Sir, sensors show a large magnetic disturbance on the star's surface.
Lt. Commander Data: It is a solar flare, Captain. Magnitude: 12. Class: B.
Captain: [seeing the visual on the main viewscreen] Shields?
Lt. Worf: Shields are up, but only at 23%.
Lt. Commander Data: The star has entered a period of increased activity. Sensors indicate that the solar flares will continue to grow. In three hours, our shields will no longer be sufficient to protect us, sir.
[Worf has branded Duras a traitor, due to Duras' father's collaboration with the Romulans]
Captain: Klingon tradition may hold the son responsible for his father's sin. I cannot. Treason was his father's crime. Duras' crime was to lay that blame on your father. I will not forget that. But you should not forget that you chose to accept the consequences of that lie.
Lieutenant: [agrees] To preserve the Empire.
Q: You can't do this to me, Jean-Luc.
Lieutenant: [grabs Q's arm and starts to pull] You will walk or I will carry you.
Q: Given the option, I - I'll walk. You disappointment me, Jean-Luc. I'm disappointed.
[Worf and Q enter turbolift]
Q: Hey, I'm claustrophobic. I don't like it in here.
Captain: Mister Worf - isn't it time for the truth about your father's innocence to be told? After all, you only accepted this dishonor to protect the name of Duras and hold the Empire together. Now that he has died in disgrace, what is gained by further silence?
Lieutenant: Each member of the Klingon High Council has shared in that lie. They will not be so willing to admit their own dishonor. But the day will come when my brother and I will... convince them to speak the truth.
Captain: The Seventh Guarantee is one of the most important rights granted by the Federation. We cannot take a fundamental principle of the Constitution and turn it against a citizen.
Lieutenant: Sir, the Federation *does* have enemies. We *must* seek them out!
Captain: Oh, yes. That's how it starts. But the road from legitimate suspicion to rampant paranoia is very much shorter than we think. Something is wrong here, Mister Worf. I don't like what we have become.
Lieutenant: The family of a Klingon warrior is responsible for his actions, and he is responsible for theirs. If I fail in my challenge, I will be executed. - Will you grant my leave, Captain?
Captain: No. If I understand correctly, a Starfleet officer, a respected member of my crew, could be accused of a capital crime. Your actions in this matter will reflect on this ship and on the Federation. Therefore, it seems only appropriate that your Captain should be at your side while you make your challenge. I'm sure you would do no less for me.
Lieutenant: Mmm... Delicious.
Lt. Cmdr. Data: What kind of cake are you eating?
Lieutenant: It is a cellular peptide cake... with mint frosting.
[Picard, Worf and Dr. Crusher have to rappel down a precipice]
Doctor: [slightly uneasy] We could try to find another way down.
Captain: Unfortunately, that would take several hours. We don't have the time.
Lieutenant: You're not afraid of heights, are you, Doctor?
Doctor: Of course not.
Lieutenant: Permission to leave the ship, sir.
Captain: Permission granted. Qapla'!
Lieutenant: Goodbye.
DaiMon: My name's DaiMon Goss, and these are my counsels Kol and Doctor Arridor. We'll need chairs.
Captain: I'm Captain Picard of the Enterprise; I am serving as host for these proceedings.
DaiMon: Good. Then see to it we get some chairs.
Captain: Let me explain...
DaiMon: Fine, fine, just have your Klingon servant get us some chairs!
Lieutenant: I'm in charge of security!
DaiMon: Then who gets the chairs?
Captain: DaiMon, due to the delicate nature of these negotiations, all parties have agreed that one representative will suffice. Now, I will be happy to provide your consuls with accommodations, and you... may have *my* chair.
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: That's her.
Lieutenant: Which one?
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: The one on the right. Don't stare!
Lieutenant: Why not?
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: Because she'll see!
Lieutenant: Good. You must let her see the fire in your eyes.
Captain: Mr. Worf, have our passengers' accommodation met with their approval?
Lieutenant: I doubt if anything ever meets with that woman's approval - sir.
Lieutenant: [to Duras] You... are the son of a traitor!
[he gives him a backhand slap in the face]
Lieutenant: Now I am ready.
Captain: What is that smell?
Lieutenant: Hm, yes - slightly reminiscent of night-blooming throgni, Captain. From home. Quite stimulating, wouldn't you say?
Captain: No!
Counselor: [playing her role as the mysterious stranger] Durango! I'm called Durango!
Lieutenant: Yes, er - Counselor Durango...
[after an attempt to rescue Picard has failed]
Commander William T. Riker: The Captain?
Lt. Commander Data: We were unable to retrieve him, sir. The Captain has been altered by the Borg.
Commander William T. Riker: Altered?
Lieutenant: He IS a Borg.
[Troi and Worf have lost all their chips to Riker and Data at poker]
Counselor: You two have successfully divided the evening between you.
Lieutenant: [leaning over to her] I suspect conspiracy.
Lieutenant: [responding to an earlier question of Rasmussen] Phasers.
Rasmussen: Beg your pardon?
Lieutenant: There were no phasers in the 22nd century.
Rasmussen: Ah, you see, Doctor? Our Klingon friend is a perfect example of what I was trying to tell you: he views history through the eyes of a hunter, a warrior. His passion lies in the perfection of the tools of violence. How delightfully primitive!
Lieutenant: [observing an ever-changing oblong] These scenes could be holographic images.
Captain: Be careful.
[Data approaches the oblong and puts his hand through]
Captain: Data! That was very foolish.
Lt. Commander Data: But we have established that this is not a holograph.
CPO: You look good, son. Put on a little weight, huh?
Lieutenant: No.
CPO: Sure you have. Looks good on you. Still working out with those holodeck monsters, I bet.
Lieutenant: [of Alexander] He knows nothing of our ways!
K'Ehleyr: *Our* ways? You mean Klingon ways, don't you?
Lieutenant: He *is* Klingon!
K'Ehleyr: He is also my son and I am half Human. He will find his own ways. Why the sudden concern? You won't even acknowledge that he's yours.
[last lines]
[Worf had considered sending Alexander to a Klingon school]
Lieutenant: Klingon schools are designed to be difficult. The physical and mental hardships faced by the students are meant to build character and strength. However - if you wish to face a greater challenge, you may stay here with me. It would not be easy - for either of us. But perhaps we can face the challenge together.
Alexander: I accept your challenge, Father. I will stay.
Lieutenant: I believe your mother would be pleased.
L'Kor: You should not have come here, Worf.
Lieutenant: I do not understand.
L'Kor: You should not have come.
Lieutenant: [on how to deal with the injured Romulan] My Starfleet training tells me one thing. But everything I am tells me another.
Captain: Don't you see, Riker? He's nothing but a flim-flam man. He's been that ever since we met him at Farpoint!
Lieutenant: "Flim-flam"?
Lieutenant: I know little of Gowron - only that he is an outsider who has often challenged the Council. But Duras... I know *him*! His heart is *not* Klingon.
Dr. Nikolai Rozhenko: The village will need a new chronicle. Someone has to begin it. My child will need a father. My place is here. I'm finally taking responsibility.
Lieutenant: You were never good at drawing. How will you keep a chronicle?
Dr. Nikolai Rozhenko: I learn quickly.
Lieutenant: Then perhaps there is hope.
Counselor: Have you ever been for a real moonlight swim?
Lt. Cmdr. Data: One can swim in moonlight?
Counselor: How about you, Mr. Worf?
Lieutenant: [shakes his head] Swimming is too much like... bathing.
Lieutenant: I think I may sneeze.
Lieutenant: A Klingon sneeze?
Lieutenant: Only kind I know.
Lieutenant: I understand you wish to join Starfleet.
Ishara: Someday - if I'm lucky.
Lieutenant: On that day, it is we who will be lucky.
Lt. Commander Data: [scanning the planet Minos] No signs of intelligent life forms. Vegetation and animal life only.
Counselor: What happened to all the people?
Lieutenant: War?
Lt. Commander Data: Disease?
Lieutenant: A dissatisfied customer?
Lieutenant: [attempting to take care of Spot] Spot! Come here!
[Keiko is in labor]
Lieutenant: Congratulations, you have dilated ten centimeters. You may now give birth.
Keiko: [groans] That's what I've been doing!
Lieutenant: Now, the last step would be to bear down. The child will come soon.
[Nothing happens]
Lieutenant: [confused] Why hasn't it begun?
Keiko: I don't know? It's not up to me, it happens when it happens.
Lieutenant: The simulation was nothing like this. That delivery was well orderly.
Keiko: [snaps] Well, I'm sorry!
[Keiko suddenly begins groaning and grunting loudly and agonizingly]
Lieutenant: Did you feel an uncontrollable urge to push?
Keiko: [Keiko nods with clenched teeth]
Lieutenant: Good. You are bearing down.
L'Kor: In time, you will grow accustomed to life here.
Lieutenant: Never.
Portal: Barbarians all, but this one first. In the fashion the empire has always challenged savages.
Lieutenant: No! For battle come to me!
Keiko: Worf, have you ever done this before? Delivered a baby?
Lieutenant: Yes. No. I took the Starfleet emergency medical course. In a computerized simulation, I assisted in delivery of a human baby.
Keiko: Sometimes it doesn't go by the book, Worf.
Lt. Cmdr. Data: If the warp drive fails to activate, the results could be... unfortunate.
Lieutenant: Very unfortunate. We will be dead.
Lieutenant: You have given me a glimpse into my son's future. And I know now that he has his own destiny. And I believe it will be a great one.
[they hug]
Alexander: I love you, Father.
Lieutenant: And I you, Alexander.
Lieutenant: [to the candidates] What did your investigations reveal about the explosion?
Duras: [impudently] It was a bomb.
Lieutenant: [irritated] And was your analysis just as... INSIGHTFUL?
Gowron: [a little bored] It was a common explosive.
Lieutenant: [sharply] What type?
Gowron: Triceron.
Lieutenant: What about the detonator?
Duras: [fuming] This is pointless! Findings were inconclusive!
Lieutenant: [pointedly] Fortunately, OUR investigation was more THOROUGH! The bomb used a molecular decay detonator!
Lieutenant: I am very happy for Commander La Forge. He has crossed over to that which is beyond. For a Klingon, this is a joyful time. A friend has died in the line of duty, and he has earned a place among the honored dead. It is not a time to mourn.
[Worf and Alexander enter to ask for Deanna's help in forming their father-son contract]
Counselor: Alexander, this is my mother.
Lwaxana: Alexander? What a wonderful name! You know, I once knew a tall, handsome warrior named Alexander. Oh, he utterly adored me and we went everywhere - simply everywhere. Have you been anywhere y... Contract? What contract?
Counselor: Between father and son, a fair and balanced way to achieve a mutual sense of order.
Lwaxana: [to Alexander] Well, how ghastly for you.
[to Worf]
Lwaxana: And you are doing this to your own child, Mr. Woof?
Counselor: Mother!
Lieutenant: It is "Worf," madam.
Lwaxana: Contracts are usually between people who don't really trust one another. A child who is trusted becomes worthy of that trust.
K'Ehleyr: A few minutes ago, you looked like someone with a question to ask.
Lieutenant: Must I ask the question?
K'Ehleyr: Yes. You must.
Lieutenant: Dilation has gone to seven centimeters since the onset of labor. That did not take long.
Keiko: That's easy for you to say.
[last lines]
Lieutenant: [to replicator] Champagne!
Lieutenant: You have never seen death...?
[Alexander shakes his head]
Lieutenant: Then look - and always remember.
Lieutenant: Captain - you... will be killed.
Captain: I'll go through the gate.
Lieutenant: But where will you end up?
Captain: Very shortly, anywhere will be preferable to this room.
[a boar-like creature appears on the bridge]
Lieutenant: What is it?
Lieutenant: A Klingon targ! My pet... from home! But when I was a child...
Lieutenant: You're telling me it's a kitty-cat?
Lt. Commander Data: I once had what could be considered a crisis of the spirit.
Lieutenant: You?
Lt. Commander Data: Yes. The Starfleet officers who first activated me on Omicron Theta told me I was an android - nothing more than a sophisticated machine with human form; however, I realized that if I was simply a machine, I could never be anything else. I could never grow beyond my programming. I found that difficult to accept, so I chose to believe... that I was a person, that I had the potential to be more than a collection of circuits and subprocessors. It is a belief which I still hold.
Lieutenant: How did you come to your decision?
Lt. Commander Data: I made... a leap of faith.
[the Enterprise is faced with a cloud-like distortion]
Captain: Back us off, Ensign. Nice and slow.
Ensign: Aye, sir. Captain, maneuvering thrusters are not responding.
Lt. Commander Data: The distortion field is fluctuating.
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: All main systems just went down. Power levels are dropping rapidly.
Commander William T. Riker: Red alert.
Lt. Commander Data: There is an energy build-up in the distortion field.
Counselor: We have to get out of here, now.
Lt. Commander Data: Captain, something is emerging.
[another starship is coming out of the cloud]
Commander William T. Riker: Shields up. Evasive maneuvers.
Lieutenant: Shields inoperative.
Ensign: The helm is not responding.
Lt. Commander Data: The vessel is on a collision course. Impact in 36 seconds.
Captain: Hail them.
Lieutenant: No response.
Captain: Suggestions?
Commander William T. Riker: Decompress main shuttlebay. The explosive reaction may blow us out of the way.
Lt. Commander Data: Captain, I suggest we use the tractor beam to alter the other ship's trajectory.
Captain: Make it so, Mr. Worf.
Lieutenant: Engaging tractor beam.
[the two ships collide]
Lieutenant: What gives them the right to enter Federation space?
Commander: Silence your dog, Captain!
Captain: Lt. Worf's question is valid.
Subcommander: To even ask such a question implies that we need permission. We do not.
Alexander: [referring to young Alexander] I staged the assassination attempt to try and frighten him, to make him realize that he must follow the ways of the warrior. If I had listened to you, if I had become the warrior that you had wanted me to be... you would not have died in my arms.
Lieutenant: No. Who knows what the future will be, now that you have disrupted time. I may die tomorrow, or I may outlive you. But when I die, I would like an honorable death; and the only way that is possible is for you to accept yourself as you are, and stay true to what you believe.
Lieutenant: Data...!
[after Data's shuttle has exploded]
[last lines]
Lieutenant: Request permission to return to duty, sir.
Captain: Granted.
[a lightly dressed woman is posing from a saloon balcony]
Lieutenant: You wrote this holodeck program yourself?
Alexander: Well - Mr. Barclay helped a little.
Lieutenant: I must have a little talk with Mr. Barclay.
Lieutenant: Kill it now. Make it appear that it died in the crash. Leave no evidence that we were ever here.
[last lines]
Lieutenant: We will work together.
Alexander: Yes, sir.
[Worf has refused to serve as donor for a seriously injured Romulan]
Doctor: Lieutenant, I understand your feelings about the Romulans, but this is not the time or the place...
Lieutenant: If you had seen them kill your parents, you would understand, Doctor. It is always the time and place for those feelings!
Doctor: *This* Romulan didn't murder your parents. And you are the only one who can save his life.
Lieutenant: Then he will die.
Lieutenant: Sorry.
[after smashing Alan-a-Dale's alias Geordi's mandolin against a tree]
K'Ehleyr: I will *not* take the oath!
Lieutenant: Then this night had no meaning! And *that* I will not believe.
K'Ehleyr: Believe what you will.
Lieutenant: Welcome to the 24th century.
[Anya has turned out to be an allasomorph, a shapeshifting species]
Lieutenant: Captain - what if Anya transforms?
Captain: Improvise.
[the spirits of the convicts are caught in a containment field]
Troi/"Shumar": Nooo!
Troi/"Shumar": [threatens Picard with her phaser] Let them go or you will all die!
Captain: Your threats are meaningless now.
O'Brien/"Kelly": We are still in control of these three bodies. We will not let them go.
Captain: Have you prepared to sacrifice the lives of these others? They'll all die when the cargo bay hatch is blown.
Data/"Mullen": You will die too, Picard!
Keiko: I would die to save the life of my child.
Lieutenant: To die defending one's ship is the hope of every Klingon.
Captain: If you each know the officers you inhabit, then you know they're equally ready to give their lives for this ship. Free them now - and I will return you to the moon's surface.
[after a long pause, Troi slowly backs off]
Troi/"Shumar": I advise you, Picard, not to pass our way again.
Lieutenant: [to Acamarians] Your ambushes would be more successful if you bathed more often!
Captain: Now hear this: printout message, urgent, all stations on all decks. Prepare for emergency saucer sep. You will command the saucer section, Lieutenant.
Lieutenant: I'm a Klingon, sir. For me to seek escape when my Captain goes into battle...
Captain: You are a Starfleet officer, Lieutenant!
Lieutenant: Aye, sir.
Lieutenant: [to the young Klingons] Years ago, your parents made a great sacrifice for the sake of their families. Today, they do so again. For that, we must honor them. You must promise them never to reveal their secret. No one must know of this place.
Lieutenant: [on the impact of Kahless' return] It will be glorious!
Gowron: It will be war!
Lieutenant: Ever since you gave Alexander that music program, he's been playing it all night. *Every* night!
Commander William T. Riker: Just wanted to broaden his horizons. Besides, he likes it.
Lieutenant: It is screeching, pounding dissonance. It is not music.
Commander William T. Riker: Worf, It's better than music. It's jazz.
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