What? We’re not at all alike! The unexpected is our normal routine. I guess it’s better to be lucky than good. Sorry, Data. Worf, It’s better than music. It’s jazz. For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. Damage report! Computer, belay that order. 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. Your head is not an artifact! Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named “Enterprise.” How long can two people talk about nothing? But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. I’d like to think that I haven’t changed those things, sir. Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! Besides, you look good in a dress. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Ensign Babyface! I’ll alert the crew. Well, I’ll say this for him – he’s sure of himself. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? That might’ve been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. Your shields were failing, sir. Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. This is not about revenge. This is about justice.