"Tapestry" Line-by-Line

[BlueStuff]

MARTA: Much. But I always suspected you had a hidden streak of responsibility somewhere.

 

[Orac]

Picard: Perhaps it's just that I'm getting older.

 

[Athena28]

MARTA: Maybe these bars are just starting to feel a little heavy, Ensign. Ensign Picard and Ensign Batanides. It sounds weird, doesn't it?

 

[Leandar]

Picard: It's going to take some getting used to.

 

[Enterprise1981]

MARTA: It's too bad we can't get used to it together. The three of us, I mean.

 

[Leandar]

Picard: Oh, of course. (doorbell) Come.

 

[BlueStuff]

Q: Flowers! Is there a John Luck Pickard here?

 

[Enterprise1981]

MARTA: From one of your conquests, no doubt. I guess some things aren't going to change.

(Marta leaves)

 

[Trekker4747]

Q: Did I interrupt anything sorted... I hope?

 

[Orac]

Picard: No, Q, you did not.

 

[BlueStuff]

Q: Pity. She's quite attractive.

 

[Orac]

Picard: We were friends, nothing more.

 

[BlueStuff]

Q: Is that another regret I hear? My, my. We're simply riddled with regrets about our youth, now aren't we?

 

[Orac]

Picard: My friendship with Marta is not something I regret.

 

[Leandar]

Q: But you wish it had been more than just friendship, don't you? Well, maybe you can change all that.

 

[Orac]

Picard: Q, what is it you want?

 

[Trekker4747]

Q: I thought you'd like to know that Mr. Zweller has decided not to take your advice. He's in the Bonestell facility right now rigging the table to beat the Nausicaan, I guess you were not that persuasive.

[Picard leaves]

 

[BlueStuff]

[Bonestell Facility casino]

(Corey is under the don-jot table with a screwdriver)
PICARD: Corey.

 

[Athena28]

COREY: Ouch! Johnny, don't sneak up on me like that. I thought you were the gambling foreman.

 

[Enterprise1981]

PICARD: Sorry.