CRU. O! swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
PIC. What shall I swear by?
CRU. Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I’ll believe thee.
KIRK: I... didn't want to believe it. But it's true! The Enterprise
is cheating on me with another captain!
SPOCK: There is the small matter of my fee...
WORF (quietly): Today is a good day to... sneak out and head for an escape pod!
WESLEY: But, Captain, I --
PICARD: No buts, Mr. Crusher, report to sickbay! These muscle spasms and convulsions of yours may become contagious!
WESLEY: You're right, Captain! It's happening to you!
PICARD: Mon dieu!
Hand... twisted... Can't lower my arm... Legs becoming stiff...
WESLEY: Being drawn by Pablo Marcos makes my back hurt!