Where's your stubbornness now, Picard, your arrogance? Do you still profess to be prepared for what awaits you?
The Borg ship is re-establishing its tractor beam.
Lock on photon torpedoes.
Without our shields, at this range there is a high degree of probability that a photon detonation could destroy the Enterprise.
Prepare to fire.
(Q swaps places with Data)
I'll be leaving now. You thought you could handle it, so handle it.
Q. End this.
Moi? What makes you think I am either inclined or capable to terminate this encounter?
If we all die, here, now, you will not be able to gloat. You wanted to frighten us. We're frightened. You wanted to show us that we were inadequate. For the moment, I grant that. You wanted me to say I need you. I need you!
(With a snap of Q's fingers, the Enterprise goes whirling through space again)
Her ship is thrown 75,000 light years away from home, and she doesn't need Q to get her back, much less save her from the BORG!