"Encounter at Farpoint" Line-by-Line
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TORRES: Controls to full stop, sir... Now reading full stop, sir.
PICARD: That's quite a directive. Would you mind identifying what you are?
Q: We call ourselves the Q, all of thou mates call me that. It's all much the same thing.
Two security officers arrive in a turbo lift. Q looks at them a Q force field pops up, keeping them in the turbo lift as the doors close.
Q: I present myself to thee as a fellow ships Captain, that thoust may better understand thee. Go back from whence thou came.
Torres starts to aim a phaser at Q.
Q: Stay where thou art!
Torres is engulfed by ice, he then falls to the floor, frozen stiff.
Two security officers arrive in a turbo lift. Q looks at them a Q force field pops up, keeping them in the turbo lift as the doors close.
Q: I present myself to thee as a fellow ships Captain, that thoust may better understand thee. Go back from whence thou came.
Torres starts to aim a phaser at Q.
Q: Stay where thou art!
Torres is engulfed by ice, he then falls to the floor, frozen stiff.
PICARD: Data, call medics.
Q: Knowing humans as thou dost, Captain, wouldst thou be captured helpless by them? Now, go back or thou shalt most certainly die.
Q: Captain, thy little centuries go by so rapidly. Perhaps thou will better understand this.
A flash of light, and he is wearing a 20th century US military uniform, with a cigarette in his hand.
Actually, the issue at stake is patriotism. You must return to your world and put an end to the commies. All it takes is a few good men.
A flash of light, and he is wearing a 20th century US military uniform, with a cigarette in his hand.
Actually, the issue at stake is patriotism. You must return to your world and put an end to the commies. All it takes is a few good men.
Q: But you can't deny that you're still a dangerous, savage child race.
Q: At which time you slaughtered millions in silly arguments about how to divide the resources of your little world. And four hundred years before that you were murdering each other in quarrels over tribal god-images. Since there are no indications that humans will ever change.
(I always wondered when Picard had time to make this log entry!)
Q: Oh yeah? You want to review your rapid progress?
(a flash, and he changes into a padded uniform)
Q: Rapid progress, to where humans learned to control their military with drugs.
Q: Oh, concern for one's fellow comrade. How touching.
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