Wow, I'm impressed!
Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. Smooth as an android's bottom, eh, Data? About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked. Ensign Babyface! The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things, sir. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named "Enterprise." Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation. Well, that's certainly good to know. I recommend you don't fire until you're within 40,000 kilometers. This is not about revenge. This is about justice. Shields up! Rrrrred alert! Now we know what they mean by 'advanced' tactical training. What's a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on the ship lately? Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp. Travel time to the nearest starbase?