Picard: Yes, Sigma Indri, that's the star. So, Data, please, how far? How far?
Data: Our ship can get there very fast, but still the trip will last and last.
We'll have two days till we arrive, but can the Indrans there survive?
Picard: LaForge, please give us factor nine.
LaForge: But, sir, the engines are offline!
Picard: Offline! But why? I want to go! Please make it so, please make it so!
Riker: But sir, if Geordi says we can't, we can't, we mustn't, and we shan't.
The danger here is far too great!
Picard: But surely we must not be late!
Troi: I'm sensing anger and great ire.
Computer: Alert! Alert! The ship's on fire!
Picard: The ship's on fire? How could this be? Who lit the fire?
Riker: Not me!
Worf: Not me!
Picard: How long, Computer, till we die?
Computer: Eight minutes left to say goodbye.
Data: May I suggest a course to take? We could, I think, quite safely make
Extinguishers from tractor beams and stop the fire, or so it seems...
Geordi: Hurray! Hurray! You've saved the day! Again I say, Hurray! Hurray!
Picard: Well, Data, thank you very much. You've saved our lives, our ship and such.
Troi: We still must save the Indran planet!
Data: Which, of course, is made of granite...
Picard: Cease, you android. Please desist. We understand, we get your gist.
But can we get our ship to go? Please make it so! Please make it so!
Geordi: There's sabotage among the wires, and that's what started all the fires!
Riker: We have a saboteur? Oh, no! We need to go! We need to go!
Troi: We must seek out this traitor spy, and lock him up and ask him why.
Worf: And ask him why? How sentimental. I say give him problems dental.
Troi: Any Romulans around? Have scanners said that they've been found?
Or is it Borg or some new threat we haven't even heard of yet?
I sense no malice in this crew. Now what are we supposed to do?
Crusher: Oh, Captain, please, the Indrans need us. They cry out, "Help clothe us, feed us!"
I can't sit and let them die! We must attempt, sir, we must try!
Picard: Good Doctor, please, we'll get there soon.
Crusher: They may be dead tomorrow noon!
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Worf: The saboteur is in the brig! He's very strong and very big!
I had my phaser set on stun -- A zip! A zap! Another one!
He would not budge, he would not fall. He would not stun, no, not at all!
He changed into a stranger form, all soft and purple, round and warm.
Picard: And did you see this, Mr. Worf? You really saw this creature morph?
Worf: I did and then I beat him fairly. Hit him on the jaw, quite squarely.
Riker: Commendations, Klingon friend! Our troubles now are at an end.
Crusher: So now let's get our ship to fly, and orbit yonder Indran sky!
Picard: LaForge, please tell me we can go...?
Geordi: Yes, sir, we can.
Picard: Then make it so!