You're going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. I recommend you don't fire until you're within 40,000 kilometers. Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on the ship lately? I think you've let your personal feelings cloud your judgement. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Wait a minute - you've been declared dead. You can't give orders around here. We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the Neutral Zone Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Captain, why are we out here chasing comets? We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. What? We're not at all alike! I guess it's better to be lucky than good. I'll alert the crew. Sorry, Data. I'll be sure to note that in my log. Computer, belay that order. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? 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. Now we know what they mean by 'advanced' tactical training. Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp. This should be interesting. They were just sucked into space. You enjoyed that. How long can two people talk about nothing? I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. We have a saboteur aboard. The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you.