The Best Star Trek: The Next Generation, Season 6, Episode 5 Quotes

- No, they couldn't explain it any more than you could.
- You know, at this point,
- I'm not willing to say it's coincidence.
- Maybe we should all get together.
- Well, talking about it would help you understand your response.
- I'm gonna find out if anyone else on the ship has had these kind of experiences.

- An infection? Where from?
- It doesn't match any bacterial strains on record.
- I'm going to have to sterilize the area.
- But I need to run a resonance tissue scan to search for any signs of additional infection.
- Come over here.

- Captain, the containment field is beginning to fluctuate.
- Failure anticipated in three minutes, 11 seconds.
- We can't afford to wait any longer.
- Begin the graviton pulse.
- Initiating pulse now.

- Without further reinforcement, containment field integrity will fail in approximately 14 minutes.
- Can you divert more power to the containment field?
- I can try to augment the field with auxiliary power, but it won't be much.
- Make it so.
- Aye, sir.

- The field imbalance has subsided.
- There may still be a residual discharge.
- Stand clear.

- I am reading a massive eps explosion.
- Where?
- I am attempting to localize it.
- It is cargo bay 4.
- I've got three people in there.
- Damage control, medical team to cargo bay 4.
- Let's go.

- It's coming from a subspace energy level of 16.2 kev.
- Stand by to initiate the graviton pulse.
- Graviton emitters at full power, sir.
- Standing by.
- Mr. Data, how much time?
- At the present rate, containment failure will occur in approximately nine minutes.

[on the holodeck, several crew members are recreating the room, its equipment and instruments from their visions step by step]
Counselor: All right. You were lying on the table. You had a bright light shining in your eyes. Were there any smells in the room? Were there any sounds?
Commander William T. Riker: Yes. Yes, there was a sound. Computer, there were noises, coming from the darkness. Strange. Like whispering.
[the computer creates a rustling sound]
Kaminer: More like clicks. Clicking sounds.
[the computer changes to a single clicking]
Commander William T. Riker: Louder.
[more clicks can be heard]
Commander William T. Riker: Faster... More of them...
[the computer ends up producing a continuous, eerie clatter]
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: I've been in this room before.
Commander William T. Riker: We've all been here before.

- Can you be more specific about the table?
- You mentioned it was smooth and cold.
- Can you remember what shape it was?
- Long. It was long.
- Yeah, and it had a rectangular shape.
- Computer, show me a rectangular conference table.

- They're reacting faster than we can shift frequencies.
- Shipley, program the emitters for full spectrum pulse compression.
- I want to channel all of the graviton energy into a single burst.
- See if they can handle that.
- Ready, commander.

- Picard: Space, the final frontier.
- These are the voyages of the starship enterprise.
- Its continuing mission: To explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before.

- And could we pick this up in the morning, geordi?
- Get a fresh start?
- Would you do me a favor?
- Stop by my quarters,
- I'm having trouble waking up.
- Sure, commander.
- Good night.
- Good night.

Lt. Cmdr. Data: Throughout the ages, from Keats to Jorkemo, poets have composed odes to individuals who have had a profound effect upon their lives. In keeping with that tradition, I have written my next poem in honour of my cat. I call it "Ode to Spot":
Lt. Cmdr. Data: Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature, / An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature. / Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses / Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.
Lt. Cmdr. Data: I find myself intrigued by your sub-vocal oscillations, / A singular development of cat communications / That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection / For rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
Lt. Cmdr. Data: A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents, / You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance. / And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion, / It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
Lt. Cmdr. Data: O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display / Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array. / And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend, / I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.

- Picard: Captain's log, stardate 46154.2.
- The enterprise has entered the amargosa diaspora, an unusually dense globular cluster.
- We are faced with the daunting task of charting this vast region.

- The rupture is beginning to expand again, sir.
- Looks like somebody is fighting back.
- Can you strengthen the graviton pulse?
- I can try to set up a random frequency shift.
- If we can keep them from guessing our pulse modulation, they might not be able to compensate.

- Ahem, I was just, uh, telling my colleague, Mr. SETI, how thick and luxuriant klingon hair is.
- It's such a pleasure to cut, sometimes I get carried away.
- You know, all those away missions, wind and dry air, the elements really are harsh on the hair.
- I'd like to suggest that you start using a conditioning agent.

- Crusher to sickbay.
- Get me a plasma infusion unit to deck 9, section 19.
- His blood is turning into a liquid polymer.

- That way it'll keep recording whether you open it or not.
- Hopefully, you can bring back some information about their domain.
- We've modified a sensor relay emitter to transmit a subspace beacon.
- When this indicator lights up, it means that we've locked on to your location.
- Understood.

- Who is it?
- La forge [over com]: It's la forge.
- Come in.
- Good morning.
- Morning? I just went to bed.
- Commander, it's 0700 hours.

- The rupture is beginning to close, sir.
- Recharge the emitters.
- Let's hit them again.
- Come on.
- Ready.
- Data: The rupture is 86 percent closed.
- We're almost there.
- One more burst should do it.
- Emitters recharging.

- Sensors are functioning normally.
- They are detecting a subspace particle emission, originating from within this room.
- From within this room?
- That's impossible.
- The emission is emanating from this direction.
- Geordi.

- La forge: Lieutenant shipley, let's get a triangulation on these sector points.
- Aye, sir.

- Oh, spot the complex levels of behavior you display connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array and though you are not sentient, spot and do not comprehend
- I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend

- Initiate a metallurgical analysis of the ship's hull, subspace field incursions may have left a trace.
- Captain, sensors indicate lieutenant hagler has returned to the enterprise.
- He is in his quarters.
- Deck 9, section 17.

- and then reattached.
- What?
- Crusher: The skeletal structure in your radius and ulna is offset by 0.02 microns.
- Your arm has been amputated and surgically reattached.
- Any progress with the analysis, lieutenant?

[last lines]
Captain: Have we any idea what came through the rupture before we were able to shut it down?
Lt. Cmdr. Data: No, sir. We were unable to track it once it left the cargo bay.
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: Maybe it was a probe of some kind.
Lt. Cmdr. Data: Possibly they were simply curious, explorers, like ourselves.
Commander William T. Riker: Ensign Rager and I were lucky to have escaped. Lieutenant Hagler is dead. Whoever it was that sent that thing was more than simply curious.