Picard: Number One, will you set a course for Starbase 227? I'll join you on the Bridge shortly. Riker: Wait a minute. You've been declared dead. You can't give orders around here.
Data: If we are to adhere to the exact letter of Starfleet regulations, then technically, sir you have been declared a renegade. In fact, I believe you are facing 12 counts of court-martial offenses. You cannot give orders either, sir.
Picard: That's quite right. And as I am supposed to be dead, I'll go and get some sleep. And, Mr. Data, I suggest that you escort Commander Riker to the brig.
Data: Aye, sir. This way, sir.
Riker: Data, he was joking. You know that, right? Data?