Discussion in 'Star Trek: The Next Generation' started by LeadHead, Oct 17, 2012.
JACK LONDON: Well....
(No need to call him "Bellboy" we all know who it is! )
DATA: I am a Frenchman.
LONDON: Oh. Well, everybody's from somewhere. That doesn't matter at this hotel. It's six bits a day or four dollars a week.
DATA: I have no money.
LONDON: Well, now, that matters.
DATA: But I am capable of performing significant tasks both mental and physical. Perhaps your hotel would offer me a job.
London: Geez, I don't know. We're pretty happy with the maid we've got. Cook's decent. Dishwasher's drunk all day, but at least he gets here on time. And there's me. I do everything else. Sorry. (a man comes out) Lady Luck not with ya, tonight, Mister Lane? Poor fella. Hasn't filled a straight in five weeks.
[Inside a dimly lit, smoke-filled, back room of the hotel a group of men are playing poker and just finishing up a hand as Data enters.]
GAMBLER #1: Fold
Man: Me too.
There's a staring contest between the two remaining players.
Seaman: Go to blazes.
GAMBLE: [chuckles] A poker-face carved in marble.
Data: Excuse me, gentlemen.
SEAMAN: What in hell do you want?
DATA: I would like to join the game.
NATIVE: Pale face.
Seaman: I don't like Easterners, personally.
Data: I am a Frenchman.
GAMBLER: Ah. Mes parents sont originaires de Bourgonais. Je suis ne a la New Orleans.
Data: Alors, nous sommes presque frères. Je suis heureux de vous connaitre.
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