Maman

Picard's Mother 

TNG Older Explained 

Star Trek Picard

Picard and his mother.

Yeeeers -- That'll be 

The Trauma : He's clearly not 

remembering Her 

very well.....

 our son.

[Chez Picard]

(Picard is making inroads into a bottle of the family produce when Robert comes in with flowers for the house) 

BOB : 

Careful. You're not used to drinking the real thing. This synthehol never leaves you out of control, is that so? 

Johnny : That's so. 

BOB : This will. (pours himself the last dregs) Now there is something I'd like to see. 

Johnny : What's that? 

BOB : 

The gallant Captain out of Control. Mind if I ask you 

A Question? What the devil happened to you up there? 

Johnny : 

Is this brotherly concern? 

BOB : 

No. Curiosity. What did 

They Do to you? 

Johnny : 

You know what happened. 

BOB : 

Not precisely. I gather you were hurt. Humiliated. I always thought you needed 

a little humiliation. 

Or was it humility? 

Either would do. 

(Jean-Luc storms out of the house) 

[Garden]

BOB : Why do you walk away? That isn't your style. 

Johnny : I'm tired of fighting with you, Robert. 

BOB : Tired? 

Johnny : That's right. 

BOB : Yes. Tired of the Enterprise too? The great Captain Picard of Starfleet falls to Earth, ready to plunge into the water with Louis. That isn't the brother that I remember. Still, I suppose it must have seemed like the ideal situation, hmm? Local boy makes good. Returns home after twenty years to a hero's welcome. 

Johnny : I'm not a hero. 

BOB : Of course you are. Admit it. You'd never settle for less than that and you never will. 

Johnny : That's not true. 

BOB : Cancel the parade? In your favour? 

Johnny : No! I never sought that rubbish. 

BOB : Never sought? Never sought president of the school, valedictorian, athletic hero with your arms raised in victory? 

Johnny : Valedictorian? Arms raised in victory? Were you so jealous? 

BOB : Yes, damn it. I was always so jealous, I had a right to be. 

Johnny : Right? 

BOB : I was always your brother, watching you receive the cheers, watching you break every rule our father made and get away with it. 

Johnny : Why didn't you break a few rules? 

BOB : Because I was the elder brother, the responsible one. It was my job to look after you. 

Johnny : Look after me? You? You were a bully. 

BOB : Sometimes. Maybe. Sometimes I even enjoyed bullying you. 

Johnny : All right. Try it now. 

BOB : Did you come back, Jean-Luc? Did you come back because you wanted me to look after you again? 

Johnny : Damn you! 

(And he punches his brother, sending him flying over some barrels into the vineyard proper. There they fight in the muddy irrigation ditches, through the vines until they finally fall back laughing) 

Johnny : 

You were asking 

for it, you know. 

BOB : 

Yes, but you needed it. 

You have been terribly 

hard on yourself. 

Johnny : You don't know, Robert. You don't know. They took everything I was. They used me to kill and to destroy, and I couldn't stop them. I should have been able to stop them! I tried. I tried so hard, but I wasn't strong enough. I wasn't good enough. I should have been able to stop them. I should! I should! 

BOB : 

So, my brother is a human being after all. This is going to be with you a long time, Jean-Luc. A long time. You have to learn to live with it. You have a simple choice now. Live with it below the sea with Louis, or above the clouds with the Enterprise. 

Johnny : You know, I think you were right after all. I think I did come back so that you could help me. 

BOB : You know what? I still don't like you, Jean-Luc.

[Chez Picard]

(There's mud, and muddy boots, on the carpet, and drunken voices singing 'Aupres de ma blonde, qu'il fait bon, fait bon, fait bon' dum, dum, dum. Marie enters from outside) 

Mrs. BOB : What in the world? What happened here? 

BOB : Ah 

Johnny : It's entirely my fault, Marie. 

BOB : Yes, I fell down, then he fell and then 

Johnny : We both fell down. 

BOB : We both fell down. 

Johnny : Together. 

BOB : We both fell down together. 

Mrs. BOB : Have you two been fighting? 

BOB : Fighting? No, certainly not. 

Mrs. BOB : Shame on you both. What would your father say if he saw you like this? 

Johnny : He'd probably send us both to bed without our supper. 

Mrs. BOB : Well, perhaps it's just as well you got it out of your systems. 

Johnny : Perhaps it was, Marie. Perhaps it was. I'll contact Louis and cancel the meeting with the Board of Governors. It's time that I was going. 

Mrs. BOB : 

Already, Jean-Luc? 

Johnny : 

The ship will be ready to leave orbit soon, and I belong on board. If I should ever doubt that again, I know where to come. 

Picard - Sheer Fucking Hubris

[Patio]

(Arranging flowers in a vase in the evening.)

MORITZ: 

He said I'd find you out here.

Johnny : Moritz.

MORITZ: Hello, Jean-Luc.

Johnny : It's been a very long time.

MORITZ: Too long.

Johnny : I know there was a bit of trouble with the remote medscan, but I hardly expected a house call. Let me just er... (picks up tea tray) Your office told me they would be forwarding the certificate for interstellar service as soon as you had seen the results. (silence) Oh, I see.

MORITZ: You might want something stronger.

(A little later.)

MORITZ: Your medscan came in at or above Starfleet minimums in every category. Cardiovascular, metabolic, cognitive. For a relic, you're in excellent shape. Just that little abnormality in the parietal lobe.

Johnny : I was told a long time ago that it might cause a problem eventually.

(Irumodic Syndrome? See All Good Things.)

MORITZ: Loss of appetite, mood swings, unsettling dreams? Inappropriate displays of anger on interplanetary news holos?

Johnny : What do you think it is?

MORITZ: I'd need to run more tests. It could be one of a number of related syndromes.

Johnny : Prognosis? Come on. Let's have it, Doctor Benayoun.

MORITZ: A few are treatable, but they all end the same way. Some sooner than others.

Johnny : I see. I need you to certify me to Starfleet as fit for interstellar service. Now, will you do it?

MORITZ: I don't suppose you'd condescend to tell me why. Secret mission? We certainly had our share of those on the Stargazer, didn't we? Remember that time in the fireforest on Calyx, we

Johnny : Doctor Benayoun. Forgive me.

MORITZ: You really want to go back out into the cold, knowing

Johnny : More than ever, knowing.

MORITZ: I don't know what kind of trouble you're planning to get into. Maybe if you're lucky, it will kill you first.

[Starfleet HQ]

(Picard beams in through one of a line of arches in the plaza. Humans and aliens with a mixture of DS9 and Voyager style uniforms throng the area.)

COMPUTER: All visitors must report to the main security desk. All visitors must report to the main security desk.

(A large hologram of NCC1701 hangs over the foyer, then it changes to NCC1701D.)

MAN [OC]: Admiral Gurdy, please report to Conference Room B. Admiral Gurdy, please report to Conference Room B.

Johnny : Hello. I er, have a meeting with the CNC. I have an appointment.

ENSIGN: Of course, sir. May I have your name, please, sir?

Johnny : Oh. Er, Picard. P-I-C-A-R-D. Jean-Luc.

(The Ensign puts a visitor badge on the reception desk.)

ENSIGN: Ah. It's nice to see you up and around, Admiral. Welcome back.

[Admiral Clancy's office]

(Doorbell.)

Fleet Admiral Kirsten Clancy , 

C-in-C, Starfleet : 

Come. (door opens) 

Ah. Jean-Luc.

Johnny : 

Kirsten. Hello. 

May I? (he sits)

Fleet Admiral Kirsten Clancy , 

C-in-C, Starfleet : 

Apparently, you have 'urgent 

Federation Business'. 

I understood you to have left 

affairs of state behind.

Johnny :

 I am staying as far 

from it all as I can.

Fleet Admiral Kirsten Clancy , 

C-in-C, Starfleet : 

So then what can I do for you?

Johnny : 

Bruce Maddox.

Fleet Admiral Kirsten Clancy , 

C-in-C, Starfleet : 

What about him?

Johnny : 

I believe that he is using neurons 

from the late Commander Data 

to create a new race of

organic synthetics.

Fleet Admiral Kirsten Clancy , 

C-in-C, Starfleet : 

Well, that's not far from all 

of it, it is all of it.

Johnny : 

The Romulans are involved.

Fleet Admiral Kirsten Clancy, 

C-in-C, Starfleet : 

This gets better and better.

Johnny : 

Commander Data was 

not only my colleague, he was 

my dear friend, and he gave 

his life, body and soul, 

to The Federation.

 And if there is a chance that some part of him 

still exists, then I think we have 

an obligation to investigate.

Fleet Admiral Kirsten Clancy,

C-in-C, Starfleet : 

There is no 'We', 

Jean-Luc --

Johnny : 

Kirsten, I know we have not always seen eye to eye. Nevertheless, I have a request to make. Based on my years of service, I want you to reinstate me, temporarily, for one mission. I will need a small warp-capable reconnaissance ship with a minimal crew, and if you feel that my rank makes me too conspicuous, well then, I am content to be demoted to Captain.

Fleet Admiral Kirsten Clancy ,

 C-in-C, Starfleet : 

....sheer fucking hubris --

You think you could just waltz back in here 

and be entrusted with taking men 

and women into space? 

Do you think I wasn't 

watching the holo 

the other day along 

with everyone else 

in The Galaxy?

Johnny : I should not have spoken in public.

Fleet Admiral Kirsten Clancy , C-inC, Starfleet : The Romulans were our enemies, and we tried to help them for as long as we could, but even before the synthetics attacked Mars, 14 species within the Federation said, cut the Romulans loose, or we'll pull out. It was a choice between allowing the Federation to implode or letting the Romulans go.

Johnny : 

The Federation does not get to decide 

if a species lives or dies...!

.

Fleet Admiral Kirsten Clancy , 

C-in-C, Starfleet : 

Yes, We Do. 

We absolutely Do. 

Thousands of other species depend 

upon Us for unity, for cohesion. 

We didn't have enough ships left. 

We had to make choices. 

But The Great 

Captain Picard didn't 

like His Orders.

Johnny : 

I was standing-up 

for The Federation, for 

what it represents, for what 

it should still represent!!

Fleet Admiral Kirsten Clancy , 

C-in-C, Starfleet : 

How dare you 

lecture me?

Johnny : 

Ignore me again 

at your cost.

Fleet Admiral Kirsten Clancy , 

C-in-C, Starfleet : 

My cost?

Johnny : 

You are in 

peril, Admiral.

Fleet Admiral Kirsten Clancy , 

C-in-C, Starfleet : 

There's no peril here...!!
Only the pitiable delusions 

of a once-great man 

desperate to matter. 

This is no-longer Your 

House, Jean-Luc. 

So do What You're

Good at : Go Home. 

Request Denied.

A Theory

You're not an asshole, Mark. You're just 

trying so hard to be.

On a fall night in 2003, Harvard undergrad and computer programming genius Mark Zuckerberg sits down at his computer and heatedly begins working on a new idea. In a fury of blogging and programming, what begins in his dorm room soon becomes a global social network and a revolution in communication. A mere six years and 500 million friends later, Mark Zuckerberg is the youngest billionaire in history... but for this entrepreneur, success leads to both personal and legal complications. 

Mark :

Did you know there are more people 

with genius I.Q.s living in China 

than there are people of any kind 

living in the United States?

The Girl :

That can't possibly be True.

Mark :

It is. 

The Girl :

What would account for that? 

Mark :

Well, first, an awful lot of people live 

in China, but here's my question :

How do you distinguish 

yourself in a population 

of people who all got 

1600 on their SATs?

The Girl :

I didn't know they 

take SATs in China. 

Mark :

They don't. I wasn't talking 

about China any more, I was 

Talking about Me.

The Girl :

Yes. 

Mark :

I could sing in an acappella 

group, but I can't sing. 

The Girl :

Does that mean you actually 

got nothing wrong? 

Mark :

I could row crew or 

invent a $25 PC. 

The Girl :

Or you could get 

into a final club. 

Mark :

Or I get into 

a finals club. 

The Girl :

You know, from 

A Woman's Perspective, 

sometimes not singing in an 

a Cappella group is 

a good thing. 

Mark :

This is serious. 

The Girl :

On the other hand, I do 

like guys who row crew. 

Mark :

Well, I can't do that. 

The Girl :

I was kidding. 

Mark :

And, yes, I got nothing 

wrong on The Test.

The Girl :

Have you ever tried?

Mark :

I'm trying right now. 

To row crew?

The Girl :

To get into a final club. 

Mark :

To row crew? No. Are you, 

like, whatever, delusional? 

The Girl :

Maybe it's just -- sometimes you say two things at once. 

I'm not sure which one I'm supposed to be aiming at. 

Mark :

But you've seen guys 

who row crew, right? 

The Girl :

No. 

Mark :

Okay, well, they're bigger than me. 

They're world-class athletes. 

And a second ago, you said you like 

guys who row crew so I assumed 

you had met one. 

The Girl :

I guess I just meant I like the idea of it. 

You know, the way a girl likes cowboys. 

Mark :

Okay - Should we get something to eat? 

Would you like to talk about something else? 

The Girl :

No. It's just since the beginning of the 

Conversation about finals club, I think 

I may have missed a birthday. There are really 

more people in China with genius IQs 

than the entire population... 

Mark :

The Phoenix is the most diverse. 

The Fly Club... Roosevelt 

punched the Porc. 

The Girl :

Which one? 

Mark :

The Porcellian, the Porc. 

It's the best of the best.

The Girl :

Which Roosevelt?

Mark :

Theodore. 

The Girl :

Is it true that they send a bus around 

to pick up girls who want to party 

with the next Fed chairman? 

Mark :

So you can see why it's 

so important to get in. 

The Girl :

Okay, well, which is the 

easiest to get into?

Mark :

Why would you ask me that?

The Girl :

I was just asking. 

Mark :

None of them. That's the point. 

My friend Eduardo made $300,000 

betting oil futures one summer and 

Eduardo won't come close to getting in. 

The ability to make money doesn't 

impress anybody around here. 

The Girl :

Must be nice. He made 

$300,000 in a summer?

Mark :

He likes meteorology.

The Girl :

You said it was oil futures. 

Mark :

You can read the weather, you can predict 

the price of heating oil. 

The Girl :

I think you asked me that because you think the final club that's easiest to get into is the one where I'll have the best chance. I... 

The Girl :

What? 

Mark :

You asked me which one was 

the easiest to get into 

because you think that 

that's the one where 

I'll have the best chance. 

The Girl :

The one that's the easiest to get into would be 

the one where anybody has the best chance. 

Mark :

You didn't ask me which one was the best one, 

you asked me which one was the easiest one. 

The Girl :

I was honestly just asking, okay? 

I was just asking to ask.

Mark, I'm not speaking in code.

Mark :

Enca. 

The Girl :

You're obsessed with finals clubs. 

You have finals clubs OCD and you 

need to see someone about it 

who will prescribe you some sort of medication. 

You don't care if the side effects 

may include blindness. 

Mark :

Final clubs. Not "finals clubs." And there's a difference 

between being obsessed and being motivated. 

The Girl :

Yes. There is. 

Well, you do. That was cryptic, so 

you do speak in code. 

The Girl :

I didn't mean to be cryptic. 

Mark :

I'm just saying I need to do something substantial 

in order to get the attention of The Clubs. 

The Girl :

Why?

Mark :

Because they're exclusive. And fun, 

and they lead to a better life. 

The Girl :

Teddy Roosevelt didn't 

get elected president 

because he was a member 

of The Phoenix Club. 

Mark :

He was a member 

of The Porcellian, 

and yes, he did. 

The Girl :

Well, why don't you just concentrate on 

being the best you you can be? 

Mark :

Did you really just say that? 

The Girl :

I was kidding. Just because 

something's trite 

doesn't make it less true. 

Mark :

I wanna try to be straightforward with you 

and tell you I think you might want to 

be a little more supportive. 

If I get in, I will be taking you to the events 

and the gatherings, and you'll be meeting 

a lot of people you wouldn't 

normally get to meet. 

The Girl :

(horrified) You would 

do that for me? 

Mark :

We're dating. 

The Girl :

Okay - Well, I wanna 

try and be straightforward 

with you and let you know 

that we're not any more.

Mark :

What do you mean?

The Girl :

We're not dating any more. 

I'm sorry. Is this a joke?

The Girl :

No, it's not. 

Mark :

You're breaking up with me? 

The Girl :

You're gonna introduce me to people 

I wouldn't normally have the chance to meet? 

What the... What is that supposed to mean?

Mark :

Wait, settle down.

The Girl :

What is it supposed to mean? 

Mark :

Erica, the reason we're able to sit here and drink right now 

is 'cause you used to sleep with the door guy. 

The Girl :

"The door guy"? His name is Bobby. 

I have not slept with the door guy. 

The door guy is a friend of mine, 

and he's a perfectly good class of people. 

And what part of Long Island 

are you from, Wimbledon?

Mark :

Wait. Wait, wait. 

The Girl :

I'm going back to my dorm.

Is this real? 

The Girl :

Yes.

 Then wait, I apologise, okay?

I have to go study.

Mark :

Enca?

Yes?

Mark :

I'm sorry, I mean it. 

The Girl :

I appreciate that, but I have to go study. 

Mark :

Come on, you don't have to study. 

Let's just talk. 

I can't. 

Mark :

Why? 

The Girl :

Because it is exhausting. 

Dating you is like 

dating a StairMaster. 

Mark :

All I meant is that you're not likely to... Currently... 

I wasn't making a comment on your appearance. 

I was saying that you go to BU. 

I was stating a fact, that's all, and 

if it seemed rude, then I apologise.

The Girl :

I have to go study.

Mark :

You don't have to study. 

The Girl :

Why do you keep saying 

I don't have to study? 

'Cause you go to BU. Do you 

want to get some food? 

The Girl :

I am sorry you are not sufficiently 

impressed with my education. 

Mark :

And I'm sorry I don't have 

a rowboat, so we're even.

The Girl :

I think we should just be friends.

Mark :

I don't want friends. 

The Girl :

I was just being polite. I have no intention 

of being friends with you. 

Mark :

I'm under some pressure right now from 

my OS class and if we could just order 

some food, I think we should... 

The Girl :

Okay, you are probably going to be 

a very successful computer person. 

But you're gonna go through Life thinking that 

girls don't like you because you're a nerd. 

And I want you to know from the bottom 

of my heart that that won't be true.

 It'll be because You're An Asshole. 

The People of The Toaster-Oven Nation

PHILLIPA: 

When people of good conscience have an honest dispute, 

we must still sometimes resort to this kind 

of adversarial system. 

RIKER: 

You just want me to prove that Data is a mere machine. 

I can't do that because I don't believe it.

 I happen to know better. So I'm 

neither qualified nor willing. 

You're going to have to find someone else. 

PHILLIPA: 

Then I will rule summarily 

based upon my findings :

 Data is A Toaster. 

Have him report to 

Commander Maddox immediately 

for experimental refit. 

 [ Groaning ] [ Snarling ] [ Christie ] Get off me! [ Grunts ] Johner! Get off me! Get off me! Aaah! Johner! Die, m*therf*cker! Do it, man! [ Snarls ] Hey! [ Snarls ] [ Screeches ] [ Gasps ] Real nice party, ain't it? [ Groaning ] [ Grunts ] [ Groaning, Sobbing ] Christie! Christie! Christie! No! Christie! What are you doing? Don't do it! Don't! We can make it! No! [ Screams ] [ Groaning, Sobbing ] Damn! [ Grunting ] [ Breathing Erratically ] [ Alarm Beeping ] [ Grunts ] 

This way. Come on! 

Baby, am I glad to see you. 

I was sure that asshole got you. 

Are you hurt? 

I'm fine. 

You got body armor on? 

Yeah. Come on. 

Ripley-8 :

You took it in the chest. I saw it. 

[ Chuckles ] 

You're A Robot? Son ofa bitch! 

Our little Call is just full of surprises. 

Ripley-8 :

I should have known — 

No Human Being is that humane. 

I thought Synthetics were supposed 

to be all logical and sh1t. 

You're just a big old psycho, girl. 

You're A Robot? 

Vriess :

You're Second-Gen, aren't you? 

You're an Auton - 

Robots, designed by robots, right? 

Hah! Oh, yeah. 

That's right. I remember. 

Now, they were supposed to revitalise 

The Synthetic Industry.

Instead, they buried it. [ Chuckles ] 

They didn't like being 

told What to Do. 

Government ordered a recall. 

Now, I heard— I had— 

I had heard... 

that only a few - just a few-

had gotten out intact. 

Man, I never, never thought 

that I would see one! 

Great. She's a toaster oven. 

Can we leave now? 

[ Distephano Laughing ] 

Ripley-8 :

How long before we land? 

Distephano :

Just under two hours. 

Johner :

Hey, Vriess. You got a socket wrench? 

Maybe she just needs an oil change. 

FATHER : 

I'm sorry. Access denied. 

Johner :

I can't believe I almost fucked it. 

Vriess :

Yeah, like you never fucked a robot! 

[ Ripley ] 

You know, if Wren gets in the computer, he could really screw us. 

Johner : 

We gotta find a terminal. 

No, there's no console on this level. 

We'd have to go back. 

Well, we can't go back. 

And I don't know any 

of Wren's access codes. 

Ripley-8 :

Help Me. Call. 

Call :

No. I can't. 

Right.  You're the new-model droid. 

You can access the mainframe by remote. 

No, I can't. I burned my 

modem. We all did. 

Ripley-8 :

Call, you can still patch in manually. 

You know that. 

Distephano :

There's ports in the chapel, up there. Call. 

Call crosses herself in front of the altar

Ripley-8 :

You're programmed for that? 

Don't make me do this. 

Ripley-8 :

Don't make me make you. 

[ Sighs ] I don't want to go in there. 

It's like my insides are liquid. 

It's like I’m not real. 

Ripley-8 :

Get over it. You can blow the ship before it reaches Earth... and kill them all. 

[ Sniffles ] 

Ripley-8 :

Just give us time to get out first. 

Damn it. 

Ripley-8 :

Anything? 

Hold on. 

ComputerVoice :

Breach in Sector 7, Sector 3. Sector 9 unstable. 

Engines operating at 41 %. 

Eighty-six minutes until Earth dock. 

[ Sighs ] 

 Normal Voice 

We burned too much energy. 

I can't make critical mass. 

I can't blow it. 

Ripley-8 :

Then crash it. 

[ Grunting ] [ Grunting ] Yeah. [ Gasping ] [ Grunting ] 

I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. I feel good. 

Call: Computer Voice :

Ground level recalibrated. New destination: 7-6-0-4-0-3. Uninhabited quadrant. 

Braking systems off-lined. 

Acceleration increase. 

Time until impact now 

43 minutes, 8 seconds. 

Try to clear us a path to the Betty... 

and start her up. [ Normal Voice ] Okay. [ Whirring, Beeping ] [ ComputerVoice ] Please wait. Emergency override in console 45V, Level 1. [ Gasps ] [ Normal Voice ] 

It's Wren. He's almost at the Betty. 

[ Beeping ] [ Buzzes ] [ Powering Down ] 

Father, locate the power drain. 

Report. Father? 

Father! 

[ Call Over Speaker ] 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :

Father's Dead, asshole. 

Intruder on Level 1. 

All Aliens, please proceed to Level 1. 

Ripley-8 :

You got a mean streak. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :

[ Groans ] Damn it. 

Let me see. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :

Don't touch me. 

Ripley-8 :

Come on. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :

You must think this is pretty funny. 

Ripley-8 :

I'm finding a lot of things funny lately, 

but I don't think that they are.

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :

 Why do you go on living? 

How can you stand being what you are? 

Ripley-8 :

Not much choice. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :

At least there's a part of you that's Human. 

[ Sighs ] I'm just— Look at me. I'm disgusting. 

Ripley-8 :

Why did you come here? 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :

To kill you, remember? 

Before the recall, I accessed The Mainframe. 

Every dirty little covert op The Government 

ever dreamed of is in there. 

And this - You, The Aliens, 

even The Crew from the Betty - 

I knew if they succeeded, it would 

be The End of Them. 

Ripley-8 :

Why do you care what happens to Them? 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :

Because I'm programmed to. 

Ripley-8 :

You're programmed to be an asshole? 

You're the new asshole model 

They're putting out? Come on. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :

I couldn't watch 'em do it. 

I couldn't let 'em annihilate themselves. 

Do you understand that? 

Ripley-8 :

I did, once. I tried to Save... People. 

It didn't work out. 

There was this girl. She had bad dreams. 

I tried to help her. She died. 

Now I can't even remember her name.... 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :

I guess we're almost there.

Ripley-8 :

Right. 

[ Ripley-8 Sighs ] 

Ripley-8 :

Do You Dream? 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :

 I — Well, we have 

neuroprocessors that — Yes. 

Ripley-8 :

When I sleep, I dream 

about Them— it. 

Every night. All around me, in me. 

I used to be afraid to dream, 

but I'm not anymore. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :

Why? 

[ Ripley-8 chuckles ] 

Ripley-8 :

Because no matter how bad 

the dreams get, when I wake up, 

it's always worse. 

Distephano :

It's not so far now! 

God, I'm so tired. 

Johner :

Sleep when you die, man. 

Oh, no. This is bad, right? 

I think we're near the nest. 

Well, then we'll go another way. 

We don't have time. 

We got nearly 90 minutes. 

Not anymore. 

What are you saying? 

What did you do, robot? 

Let's go. Come on. Hey! 

You want to die here 

with your little brothers 

and sisters, that's cool! 

But I plan to live past today! 

If this little hunk of plastic is pulling any sh1t, I'm gonna kill her! Kill you! 

Does that compute? Or do I have 

to draw you a schematic? 

Ripley-8 grabs him by the tongue — 

[ Gagging ] 

Ripley-8 :

Hey! You want another souvenir? 

[ Gagging Continues ] 

Ripley-8 :

How far are the docks? 

A h-hundred yards.