In the Beginning...
Sure. You'd be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf.
I'll be sure to note that in my log. Well, I'll say this for him - he's sure of himself. Ensign Babyface! Shields up! Rrrrred alert! Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. Besides, you look good in a dress.
Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. In all trust, there is the possibility for betrayal. Your shields were failing, sir.
and attack the Romulans. This should be interesting. Captain, why are we out here chasing comets? Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? Wouldn't that bring about chaos? Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. I guess it's better to be lucky than good. This is not about revenge. This is about justice. That might've been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. You did exactly what you had to do. You considered all your options, you tried every alternative and then you made the hard choice. For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. Why don't we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night - 'Commander'?
Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years?
Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. How long can two people talk about nothing? Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. We have a saboteur aboard. Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. What? We're not at all alike! I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things, sir.