Wait a minute – you’ve been declared dead.

You can’t give orders around here. Captain, why are we out here chasing comets? But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. What? We’re not at all alike! We know you’re dealing in stolen ore. But I wanna talk about the assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf.

Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? Why don’t we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night – ‚Commander‘?

Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named „Enterprise.“

I’ll alert the crew. That might’ve been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp. Damage report! Your head is not an artifact! Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. I’ve had twelve years to think about it. And if I had it to do over again, I would have grabbed the phaser and pointed it at you instead of them.

I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. Sure. You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. I’d like to think that I haven’t changed those things, sir. Smooth as an android’s bottom, eh, Data? and attack the Romulans. 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.