Nemesis Line-by-Line

[Vulcan Princess]

Picard: Theories?

 

[LeadHead]

Data: Since posotronic signatures have only been known to emanate from androids such as myself, it is logical to theorize that there is an android on Kolarus 3.

 

[Leandar]

Riker: Just what I was afraid of. Captain, diverting to the Kolarin system takes us awfully close to the Romulan Neutral Zone.

 

[LeadHead]

Picard: It's still well on our side. I think... I think it's worth taking a look. Don't worry Number One, we'll get you to Betazed on time.

 

[Leandar]

Riker: Thank you, sir.

 

[Zulu Romeo]

Picard: ... Where we will ALL honor the Betazoid tradition. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the gym.


(always wanted to say that line!)

 

[Leandar]

Riker: Mister Branson, lay in a course for the Kolarin system. Warp five.

 

[CoveTom]

LAFORGE: What do you think data? A long-lost relative?

(then, after the Enterprise enters orbit)

LAFORGE: I'm reading six distinct positronic signatures, spread out over a few kilometers on the planet's surface.

 

[Leandar]

Picard: What do we know about the population of Kolarus Three?

 

[Vulcan Princess]

Data: Isolated pockets of humanoids. It appears to be a pre-warp civilization in an early stage of industrial development.

 

[Leandar]

Geordi: Captain, I wouldn't recommend using the transporter. That ion storm doesn't look very neighborly. It could head in our direction without much warning.

 

[LeadHead]

(Picard and Geordi smile)
Picard: Mister Data, Mister Worf, you're with me.

 

[CoveTom]

RIKER: Captain, I don't have to remind you...

 

[LeadHead]

Picard: I appreciate your concern Number One, but I've been itching to try the Argo.

 

[Rush Limborg]

Riker: I'll bet!

 

[Leandar]

Picard: Captain's prerogative. There's no foreseeable danger ...and your wife would never forgive me if anything were to happen to you. You have the bridge, ...Mister Troi.

 

[LeadHead]

Data: I will never understand the Human Predilection of piloting vehicles at unsafe velocities. Over that rise Sir... Half a kilometer. The radiant electromagnetic field is interfereing with my tricorder, but we are within a few meters of the signal.

 

[Leandar]

Picard: Fan out. Let's search around.

 

[LeadHead]

(Arm grabs Worf's leg)
Data: It appears to be a prosthetic arm.

 

[Vulcan Princess]

Worf: Very astute.