[Kirk is invited to give a command to the new Enterprise-B] Kirk: Take us out. Chekov: Very good, sir. Scotty: Brought a tear to my eye. Kirk: Oh, be quiet. Scotty: Finding retirement a little lonely, are we? Kirk: You know, I'm glad you're an engineer. With tact like that, you'd make a lousy psychiatrist.
[Wiping blood off her mouth after Soran strikes her] B'Etor: I hope, for your sake, that you were initiating a mating ritual. Dr. Soran: [to Geordi] Normal is what everyone else is and you are not. Kirk: I take it the odds are against us and the situation is grim. Picard: You could say that. Kirk: You know, if Spock were here, he'd say that I was an irrational, illogical human being by taking on a mission like that. Sounds like fun! Kirk: Did we make a difference? Picard: Oh, yes. We made a difference. Harriman: I read about your exploits when I was in grade school. Kirk: Oh really? Kirk: You left port without a tractor beam? Harriman: It doesn't arrive until Tuesday.
[Data, with his new emotion chip installed, is told to scan for life forms] Data: I would be happy to, sir. I just *love* scanning for life forms!
[sings] Data: Life forms! You tiny little life forms! You precious little life forms! Where are you?
[Data finds a drink unpleasant - for the first time ever] Data: I hate this! It is revolting! Guinan: More? Data: Please!
[The Duras sisters spy on Geordi] Lursa: Where is he now? B'Etor: I don't know? He bathed, now he's roaming the ship. He must be the only engineer in Starfleet who doesn't GO TO ENGINEERING! Data: I get it! "The clown can stay, but the Ferengi in the gorilla suit has to leave!" I get it! Geordi: Data, what do you get? Data: The Farpoint mission! You told a joke; that was the punchline! Geordi: The Farpoint mission? Data, that was seven years ago. Data: I know! I finally get it! Very funny! Dr. Soran: They say time is a fire in which we burn; right now I'm running out of time. Dr. Soran: Now, if you'll have to excuse me, Captain. I have an appointment with eternity and I don't want to be late. Geordi: I've never seen a solar probe with this kind of configuration, have you Data? Data: No Geordi, I have not.
[to his tricorder] Data: Have you?
[uses tricorder as a hand puppet] Data: "No I have not. It is most unusual." Mister Tricorder! Kirk: Who am I to argue with the captain of the Enterprise?
[Kirk's last words] Kirk: It was... fun. Oh, my... Picard: Someone once told me that time was a predator that stalked us all our lives. I rather believe that time is a companion who goes with us on the journey and reminds us to cherish every moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we've lived. After all Number One, we're only mortal. Riker: Speak for yourself sir, I plan to live forever. Dr. Soran: Ah, Captain. You must think I'm quite the madman. Picard: The thought had crossed my mind. Kirk: You say history considers me dead. Who am I to argue with history? Picard: You're a Starfleet officer. You have a duty! Kirk: I don't need to be lectured by you. I was out saving the galaxy when your grandfather was in diapers. Besides which, I think the galaxy owes me one. Lursa: Ugh! Human females are so repulsive. Picard: This is not your bedroom. Kirk: No, it's not. It's better.
[Chekov and Kirk watch Sulu's daughter Imora] Chekov: [wistful] I was never that young. Kirk: [smiling] No, you were younger. Data: Oh, shit. Kirk: Risk is part of the game if you want to sit in that chair. Riker: Lieutenant Worf, the charges and specifications are one: Performing above and beyond the call of duty on countless occasions, and two, most seriously: Has earned the admiration and respect of the entire crew. Picard: Mr. Worf, I hereby promote you to Lieutenant-Commander, and therefore have the same rights and priviledges of such. May God have mercy on your soul. Picard: If there is one thing I have learned, Number One, is never underestimate a Klingon.
[Data has found his cat Spot safe and alive in the Enterprise wreckage] Data: [happily] Spot!
[Data cradles Spot, and begins crying] Troi: Data? Are you all right? Data: [tears streaming] I am happy to see Spot, yet I am crying! Perhaps the chip is malfunctioning. Troi: [smiling] I think it's working just fine. Riker: I'm going to miss this ship;... she went before her time. Picard: Someone once told me that time was a predator that stalks us all our lives... Riker: I always hoped I'd get a shot at this chair one day. Picard: Perhaps you still will... somehow I doubt this ship will be the last to carry the name 'Enterprise'.
[looks at Riker for a beat, then taps his combadge] Picard: Picard to Farragut, two to beam up.
[the two men demateralize]
[Worf has fallen into the ocean, after Riker ordered the computer to remove the holographic plank] Picard: Number One, that's *retract* plank, not *remove* plank. Riker: Of course, Sir.
[leans over the side towards Worf] Riker: Sorry!