"Unification" Line-by-Line

[BlueStuff]

AMARIE: And why should I help you?

 

[Alienesse]

RIKER: To be honest, I can't think of a good reason.

 

[BlueStuff]

AMARIE: Well, you did kill my ex-husband, and that's not a bad start. So why don't you drop a few coins in the jar and I'll see what I remember.

 

[Alienesse]

RIKER: I don't carry money.​

 

[BlueStuff]

AMARIE: Well, you don't offer much, do you?

 

[Alienesse]

RIKER: Move over.

 

[BlueStuff]

AMARIE: Oh, just what I need. Another set of hands.

 

[Alienesse]

RIKER: You know this one? Twentieth century, Earth. Maybe I can teach you a lick or two.

 

[BlueStuff]

AMARIE: You already have.

 

[Alienesse]

RIKER: So, what do you say?

 

[BlueStuff]

AMARIE: You going to be around for a couple of days?

 

[Alienesse]

RIKER: I can be.

 

[BlueStuff]

AMARIE: Sooner or later, a man named Omag will come by for a song. Always wants to hear the same thing, Melor Famagal. (she shudders) He's an arms trader. A fat Ferengi.

 

[Alienesse]

[Romulan office]

NERAL: Enter.

 

[BlueStuff]

PARDEK: Proconsul?

 

[Alienesse]

NERAL: Yes. Pardek, come in.

 

[BlueStuff]

PARDEK: Ambassador Spock of Vulcan.

 

[Alienesse]

SPOCK: Proconsul.

 

[BlueStuff]

NERAL: Please. I've never liked titles since I was a lowly Uhlan in the Romulan guard. I am Neral. How is it again, Pardek's tried to show me.
(they swap hand gestures)

 

[Alienesse]

SPOCK: I am honoured.