Q: Where's your stubbornness now, Picard, your arrogance? Do you still profess to be prepared for what awaits you? WORF: The Borg ship is re-establishing its tractor beam. RIKER: Lock on photon torpedoes. WORF: Yes, sir. DATA: Without our shields, at this range there is a high degree of probability that a photon detonation could destroy the Enterprise. RIKER: Prepare to fire. (Q swaps places with Data) Q: I'll be leaving now. You thought you could handle it, so handle it. PICARD: Q. End this. Q: Moi? What makes you think I am either inclined or capable to terminate this encounter? PICARD: If we all die, here, now, you will not be able to gloat. You wanted to frighten us. We're frightened. You wanted to show us that we were inadequate. For the moment, I grant that. You wanted me to say I need you. I need you! (With a snap of Q's fingers, the Enterprise goes whirling through space again) Her ship is thrown 75,000 light years away from home, and she doesn't need Q to get her back, much less save her from the BORG!