"Tapestry" Line-by-Line

[BlueStuff]

PICARD: I don't want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.

 

[Ghost of Christmas Future]

Marta: We've planned it. I'll be there.
(Marta leaves, her breakfast on the table)

 

[BlueStuff]

Q: Well, let's see. You've managed to get slapped by one woman, a drink thrown in your face by another, and alienate your two best friends. Doing very well so far. The only thing left to avoid is getting stabbed through the heart.

 

[Ghost of Christmas Future]

[Bonestell Facility casino]

Picard: I think you'll like serving on board the Ajax. I hear that Captain Narth is an excellent officer.

 

[LeadHead]

Corey: So I hear.

 

[Ghost of Christmas Future]

Picard: Well, here's to the class of '27.

 

[Leandar]

(three Nausicaans enter)

Nausicaan: Play dom-jot, human. Give you a better chance. Give you a bigger stick maybe.

 

[Ghost of Christmas Future]

Picard: I don't think we're interested.

 

[Leandar]

Nausicaan 1: They are undari. Cowards.

 

[Ghost of Christmas Future]

Corey: What did you say?

 

[BlueStuff]

NAUSICAAN: Coward. Like all Starfleet you talk and you talk, but you have no guramba.

 

[Ghost of Christmas Future]

Corey: Why don't we find out?

 

[BlueStuff]

PICARD: Don't be a fool, Corey. Look, there are plenty of other people to play dom-jot with. Now just go about your business.

 

[Athena28]

NAUSICAAN: Maybe I play with her. Give her good time.

 

[Ghost of Christmas Future]

Continuing...

(Corey is about to hit the Nausicaan when Picard pushes him over)

Nausicaan: Orcho lok resnik. Starfleet.

Picard: I'm sorry, Corey. He was reaching for a weapon.

 

[Enterprise1981]

COREY: I don't know who you are any more, but you're not my friend.

 

[Ziz]

MARTA: Goodbye, Johnny.

(Corey and Marta leave)

 

[Ghost of Christmas Future]

Q: Congratulations, mon capitaine. You did it.

 

[Enterprise1981]

WORF: Can I help you?

[Bridge]

(Picard is a science lieutenant)

WORF: Can I help you, Mister Picard?

 

[Ghost of Christmas Future]

Picard: Mister Worf.