"Sins of the Father" Line-by-Line

[Leandar]

Worf: Bearing zero zero one mark point oh three. Range, three hundred thousand kilometers.

 

[LeadHead]

Kurn: Excellent.

Kurn starts walking toward Worf.

Please scan the asteroid field for me Lieutenant, and report.

 

[Leandar]

Worf: Approximately two thousand small objects. None directly in our flight path, sir.

 

[omegadir]

KURN: So no course correction is necessary, is that what you are saying?

 

[Leandar]

Worf: It should not be needed, sir!

 

[omegadir]

KURN: Very good, Lieutenant. You handled that well.

(Worf glares at Kurn menacingly)

KURN: Yes.

 

[LeadHead]

Riker in turbolift

Riker: Commander. Captains mess?

 

[omegadir]

KURN: Yes.

 

[Leandar]

Riker: Resume.

 

[LeadHead]

Riker: Your knowledge of our systems and procedures is very impressive.

Kurn glares at Riker.

Sir. I would like to make one suggestion, Sir.

 

[Leandar]

Kurn: A suggestion?

 

[LeadHead]

Riker: When I served aboard the Pagh, the hardest part for me was recognizing and adapting to the needs of the crew. They needed an iron hand. I imagine it must be very difficult for you to work with a crew that is so different. I would be happy to guide you in that regard, if it would be helpful.

 

[Leandar]

Kurn: No Commander, it wouldn't.

 

[LeadHead]

Riker: This is not a Klingon Ship Sir.

 

[Captain Ice]

Kurn: No, Commander, it is not. If it were a Klingon ship, I would have killed you for offering your "suggestion".

 

[CoveTom]

[Captain's Mess]

KURN: How long has this bird been dead? It appears to have been lying in the sun for quite some time.

 

[Enterprise1981]

LAFORGE: It's not really dead, it's replicated. But you do understand we... cook many of our foods...

 

[LeadHead]

Kurn: Yes, I was told to prepare for that. I shall try some of your burned replicated bird meat.

 

[Enterprise1981]

PICARD: I have attempted to select a menu that will allow you to sample a variety of dishes, Commander.

 

[CoveTom]

CRUSHER: Try some caviar.