Discussion in 'The Next Generation' started by LeadHead, Feb 15, 2013.
O'Brien: It's what it's been all along, Sir: Direct heading to Farpoint Station.
Data: Confirmed, we are on that headings, sir.
O'Brien: Do you know anything about Farpoint Station, Sir? Sounds like a fairly dull place,
PICARD: We've heard that we may find it rather interesting.
RIKER: Personal log, Commander William Riker. Stardate 41153.7. The USS Hood has dropped me off at Farpoint Station, where I await the arrival of the new USS Enterprise to which I have been assigned as First Officer. Meanwhile I have been asked to visit the Farpoint Administrator's Office, in the old city.
ZORN: Ah, Commander Riker, I thought you'd want to know we've still no word from your vessel. I trust we made your waiting comfortable?
RIKER: Luxurious is more like it.
ZORN: Good. (gets muddled over a handshake) Good.
RIKER: Would I seem ungrateful if I ask for some information?
Zorn: Not at all.
RIKER: Fascinating, the advanced materials used in constructing this space station. Your energy supply must be as abundant as I've heard.
ZORN: Geothermal energy is the one great blessing of this planet. I'll have all the details of that sent to your quarters.
RIKER: Thank you. But it still seems incredible to me that you could have constructed this station so rapidly and so, so perfectly suited to our needs.
ZORN: Would your care for an Earth delicacy, Commander?
Riker: If there's an apple in there.
ZORN: I'm sorry, Commander.
RIKER: It doesn't matter. What I was saying was.. (suddenly there is a second bowl of apples).. I'll be damned.
ZORN: Ah yes, there was another selection here.
RIKER: Groppler, I could have sworn it wasn't here a minute ago.
ZORN: And did your failure to notice it make it unwelcome?
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