"Encounter at Farpoint" Line-by-Line

[Gul Re'jal]

CRUSHER: Exploratory surgery. Desensitise the brain areas troubling you.

 

[BlueStuff]

LAFORGE: Same difference. No, thank you, Doctor.

 

[Gul Re'jal]

CRUSHER: I understand.

 

[BlueStuff]

LAFORGE: See you.

 

[Gul Re'jal]

[Bridge]
(Riker enters)

WORF: Yes sir?

 

[BlueStuff]

RIKER: Where will I find Commander Data?

 

[Gul Re'jal]

WORF: Commander Data is on special assignment, sir. He's using our shuttlecraft to transfer an admiral over to the Hood.

 

[BlueStuff]

RIKER: An admiral?

 

[Gul Re'jal]

WORF: He's been aboard all day, sir, checking over medical layout.

 

[BlueStuff]

RIKER: Why a shuttlecraft? Why wouldn't he just beam over?

 

[Gul Re'jal]

WORF: I suppose he could, sir, but the Admiral's a rather remarkable man.

 

[BlueStuff]

[Corridor]

MCCOY: Have you got some reason you want my atoms scattered all over space, boy?

 

[Gul Re'jal]

DATA: No sir. But at your age, sir, I thought you shouldn't have to put up with the time and trouble of a shuttlecraft.

 

[Leandar]

McCoy: Hold it right there, boy.

 

[Gul Re'jal]

DATA: Sir?

 

[BlueStuff]

MCCOY: What about my age?

 

[Leandar]

Data: Sorry sir, if that subject troubles you.

 

[Gul Re'jal]

MCCOY: Troubles me? What's so damned troubling about not having died? How old do you think I am?

 

[BlueStuff]

DATA: 137 years, Admiral, according to Starfleet records.

 

[Gul Re'jal]

MCCOY: Explain how you remember that so exactly.