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"Time's Arrow" Line-by-Line

CLEMENS: Oh? Well, I'm not so impressed with this future. Huge starships, and weapons that can no doubt destroy entire cities, and military conquest as a way of life?
 
CLEMENS: Well, I know what you say, that this is a vessel of exploration and that your mission is to discover new worlds.

[Troi and Clemens approach a turbolift door. The doors open and a Bolian walks out; Clemens reacts to him with a bit of stammering surprise. He and Troi enter the lift.]

...That's what the Spanish said.
 
[The turbolift begins moving.]

CLEMENS: And the Dutch and the Portuguese. It's what all conquerors say. I'm sure that's what you told that blue-skinned fellow I just saw, before you brought him here to serve you.
 
TROI: He's one of the thousands of species that we've encountered. We live in a peaceful Federation with most of them. The people you see are here by choice.
 
CLEMENS: So there're a privileged few who serve on these ships, living in luxury and wanting for nothing. But what about everyone else? What about the poor? You ignore them.
 
TROI: Poverty was eliminated on Earth a long time ago, and a lot of other things disappeared with it: hopelessness, despair, cruelty.
 
CLEMENS: Young lady, I come from a time when men achieve power and wealth by standing on the backs of the poor; where prejudice and intolerance are commonplace and power is an end unto itself. And you're telling me that isn't how it is anymore?
 
[Geordi is trying to re-attach the head found in the cavern in the 24th century to Data's body.]

LAFORGE: Not so far. His activating units won't initialise. I thought they would have been protected by his buffering programme, but I guess five hundred years is just too long a wait.
 
LAFORGE: Yeah. It was found in the cavern where Data's head was. I guess after five hundred years, that's not likely to work either.
 
CLEMENS: Mister Data, I fear I sadly misjudged you. As I have misjudged many things.

[Clemens gives Data a sympathetic grasp of the arm, while looking back at Troi with a meaningful look.]
 
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[Cavern]

(the female alien is waking up, and flickering between human and alien)
PICARD: Can you communicate?
 
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