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TROI: The Quartermaster of the supply yard, with information you need.
Riker: Right. Mister Worf re-establish communication.
Worf: Aye Sir.
RIKER: Mister Dokaychin?
DOKACHIN [on viewscreen]: Dokachin. Klim Do-ka-chin.
Riker: Mister Dokachin, the information I need involves a matter of major importance to the Federation. I'll need access to your logs, your files. My people can do the work.
DOKACHIN [on viewscreen]: I don't allow outsiders into my computer system..
Riker: All right, one of your people can do the work.
DOKACHIN: I wish I had the people to spare. but I don't.
RIKER: Well sir, what would you suggest?
Dokachin [on viewscreen]: I don't know. Contact me when you reach orbit.
RIKER: I don't believe this.
Troi: He's king of his particular hill, Commander. You'll have to treat him that way.
RIKER: Counsellor, this feels like a perfect job for you.
(later, Enterprise sails into the spaceship graveyard of the supply depot, and avid fans play spot the old model ship)
RIKER: Thank you for coming on board, Mister Dokachin.
Dokachin: Quite a ship you have.
RIKER: We've tied into your computers if you'd like to access the files.
DOKACHIN: I don't usually see them in such good condition. By the time they get to me, they're always falling apart.
TROI: Mister Dokachin, we must find this ship and you're the only one who can help us.
DOKACHIN: Who are you?
TROI: Deanna Troi, Ship's Counsellor.
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