I am No Longer Sure.

 

 

 

WORF: 

I have spent most of my life among humans. 

It has not always been easy for me. 

And since the destruction of the Enterprise, 

it has become even more difficult. 

I am No Longer Sure I belong in this uniform.

SISKO:

Mister Worf, if I told You We didn't 

Need You Here, I'd be lying. 

But if you don't want to take 

this assignment, I'd understand.

WORF:

Thank you, sir. 

But until I make My Decision, 

I intend to do My Duty.

SISKO:

I'm glad to hear that.

SISKO:

I'm sorry, Mister Worf, but 

I can't accept your Resignation at this time.

WORF:

I do not understand. 

What further use could I be here?

SISKO:

I'm Not Sure yet. 

But as long as the fighting continues 

between the Klingons and the Cardassians, 

I Need You HERE on The Station.

[The Jaw gets going.]

WORF:

If you think that is Wise.

SISKO:

I don't know if it's WISE or Not. 

But I DO know that 

You're a Good Officer, 

and right now 

I Need EVERY Good Officer I can get. 

WORF:

Sir, if The Klingons are right, 

if The Cardassian Government 

HAS been taken over by The Founders --

SISKO:

-- Then we'll be helping Them to escape. 

That's The Chance we'll have to take. 

I know you want to be out of that uniform 

but right now I Need You with Me.

WORF:

I Understand.

[Corridor]

SISKO:

Make sure The Chief double checks all our new systems. 

We May Need Them.

KIRA: 

I'll tell him. 

But knowing The Chief, he's probably doing it already.

SISKO:

Keep The Station on Yellow Alert. 

And just to be on the safe side, I'd recommend 

that you send some of the civilian population down to Bajor.

KIRA: 

I was planning to. 

I wish I was going with you.

SISKO: 

So do I, but I Need You here. 

 

The Survivors

 

 

For the last time, SPRINGER,

I am NOT an Autobot!

I’m a Decepticon WARRIOR!

Saving Humans might be YOUR idea 

of FUN, but it ISN’T mine!

 

Crashed Trains, Hijacks, Burning Oil Rigs...

Is this what it’s come to?

 

When I agreed to join your little group of SURVIVORS, 

I thought we might get a fight or three in!

Maybe I should have STAYED with The Decepticons!

 

Blast! Why’d I blow my top like that?

Springer means well, but…. 

He just DOESN’T UNDERSTAND!

 

This Do-Gooding stuff 

doesn’t come EASY to me!

Though I don’t consider myself EVIL….

I’m still a Decepticon at Heart.
The Need to Fight is in My Oil!

 

Maybe I was WRONG to defy The Decepticons

They won’t rest until I’m DEAD!

Yeah, and all of this High-Profile Rescuing of Humans...

will probably lead them RIGHT TO ME!

 

PROWL :

Well, you’ve certainly proved yourself 

worthy of our Trust, Carnivac. 

Here we were, out for blood, 

and it took a Decepticon 

to remind us we don’t kill.

With that merciful act, 

I welcome you the ranks 

of The Earthforce!

 

CARNIVAC :

Mercy? HAH! These SCUM murdered 

My Friend, Catilla — they deserve NO MERCY.

I just know that denying them their ‘Warrior’s Death’ 

is the WORST fate I can think of!

 

I may now a member of EarthForce, but let’s not forget --

 

I’m still 

an EVIL DECEPTICON 

at Heart!

EMH: 

We have no time to waste. 

According to the computer, we're at warp. 

We've got to figure out some way to slow the ship down before we get too far from the crew. 

That would seem to be our first priority. 

And then we have to get some weapons. 

Mister Suder, are you listening to me? 

SUDER: 

Yes. 

EMH: 

Oh. I see. Perhaps you consider 

this an opportunity. 

SUDER: 

Opportunity? 

EMH: 

To obtain your freedom from confinement. 

How foolish of me to think you would want to help. 

SUDER: 

You're wrong. 

I do want to help. 

EMH: 

Then what? 

SUDER: 

I'm going to have to kill 

some of them. 

EMH: 

...it is possible. Violence might 

be required to retake the ship. 

SUDER: 

I've worked so, so hard 

over the last few months 

to control the violent feelings. 

I'm almost At Peace with Myself. 

I mean, I see the day coming 

when I could be. 

EMH: 

Mister Suder. If Lieutenant Tuvok were here, 

I know he would tell you there are times when 

violence is required to defend yourself, 

to defend Your Ship, 

to defend Your Crew. 

SUDER: 

Yes, there is A Logical Use 

for Biolence — 

For everyone else. 

With me, once it begins….

EMH: 

We must do this together, Mister Suder. 

If You Don't Trust Yourself yet, 

then Trust Me. 

I will help you anyway I can. 

One hologram and one sociopath 

may not be much of a match for the Kazon, 

but we'll have to do.

The Man :

Hello?

The Father :

What's going on?

I haven't heard back from Max Price.

The Man :

We pulled out at the end of last week.

The Father :

What?

The Man :

Yeah, I didn't like the terms.

The Father :

What fucking terms didn't you like?

The Man :

Excuse me?

The Father :

Why didn't you tell me?

The Man :

It happened last Friday.

The Father :

I could have fixed it, 

why didn't you let me fix it?

The Man :

There was nothing to fix, Rory.

It just wasn't a good fit.

The Father :

Arthur, I had everything riding on this deal —

Arthur, I NEED The Deal.

The Man :

What are you going on about?

I Don't CARE What You Need.

This is MY Company, just move on.

The Father :

You're killing Your Company 

by not listening to me.

So small-minded.

Jesus, that's why I had to get away from here, 

small island, small fucking mentality.

The Man :

Watch your MOUTH in MY office, Sonny Jim.

Did you have any idea what they were going to DO here?

Shit. Did you even bother to look at the details?

Or were you too busy celebrating?

There wasn't a chance in hell 

I was gonna let them come in here 

and fuck with what I've built.

The Father :

None of that matters, 

The Bottom Line is what matters.

 

You brought me in, to make you money. Right?

You brought me in to make you money, 

and the best way to make money 

is to SELL the company.

Make The Deal.

The Man :

I've known you a long time you little bastard.

So I'm gonna be honest with you.

You have a great mind, 

and endless charm, 

but you don't pay attention 

to the detail.

I thought you'd changed, but you haven't.

Oh, you know how to ride a wave in an Up market.

Well that doesn't impress.

What impresses me, is how you deal 

with a DOWN market, 

because that's how you build 

a successful company.

You focus on the one percent at a time — 

It's boring and it's ugly.

But it's the bit of the business 

I LOVE the MOST.

The Father :

There won't be any business, 

there won't be any company.

We'll be finished within a year.

The Man :

And we can have 

ALL the information in The World, 

and STILL be WRONG.

Come on.

Get back to trading, Rory.

You're good at it.

VERY good at it.

For Christ's sake, do yourself a favor, 

and stop trying to make a killing overnight.

Bring me something stable.

Find solid footing on some good deals.

The Father :

.....there is something.

The Man :

Oh.

The Father :

I wasn't gonna say it until it was further along, 

but I might as well tell you now.

Yeah.

Norwegian fish farms.

I Cannot.

Chancellor Gowron and Lt. Commander Worf meet again

GARAK: 

We can stand here all day reminding ourselves 

just how much we hate each other, 

but you don't have the time. 

The Klingon fleet will reach Cardassian territory 

in less than one hour. 

I suggest you prepare for them.

[Ops]

(The War Game is being monitored on the big table)

KIRA: 

Based on Klingon transmissions we've intercepted, 

the outlying Cardassian colonies were overrun almost immediately. 

But, now that the Cardassian fleet has mobilised, 

the Klingons are meeting stronger resistance.

DAX: 

You'd almost think somebody warned the Cardassians they were coming.

KIRA: 

Hopefully it'll make the Klingons think twice about what they're doing.

WORF: 

Unlikely, Major. 

Now that the battle has begun, Martok and his troops will settle for nothing less than victory.

(Sisko enters from his office.)

O'BRIEN: 

Well, what did the Federation Council say?

SISKO: 

They've decided to condemn the Klingon invasion. 

In response, Gowron has expelled all Federation citizens from the Klingon Empire and recalled his ambassadors from the Federation.

KIRA: You're saying he cut off diplomatic relations?

SISKO: He's done more than that. The Klingons have withdrawn from the Khitomer Accords. The peace treaty between the Federation and the Klingon Empire has ended.

O'BRIEN: Captain, you're never going to believe this. A Klingon ship just decloaked off upper pylon three and is requesting permission to dock. They claim they have Chancellor Gowron on board and he is demanding to speak with Mister Worf, personally.

[Klingon Bridge]

WORF: Chancellor Gowron. You wished to speak with me?

GOWRON: Worf. Worf! It is good to see you. I always said that uniform would get you into trouble one day.

WORF: It seems you were right. But I do not apologise for my actions

GOWRON: Yes, yes. I know. you did what you thought was right. And even though you may have made some enemies, I assure you I am not one of them.

WORF: I am glad. Your friendship means much to me.

GOWRON: And yours to me. It has been too long since you last fought at my side. But now the time has come again. We will do great deeds in the coming days. Deeds worthy of song.

WORF: You want me to go to Cardassia with you?

GOWRON: What better way to redeem yourself in the eyes of your people. Come with me, Worf. Glory awaits you on Cardassia. Worf, why do you stand there like a mute d'blok. I have offered you a chance for glory. All you have to do is take it.

WORF: If there's any glory to be won, Gowron, it'll have to be yours alone. I cannot come with you.

GOWRON: Of course you can. It is where you belong.

WORF: I cannot abandon my post.

GOWRON: You no longer have a post. You have no place on that station, and no business wearing that uniform.

WORF: I have sworn an oath of allegiance.

GOWRON: To the Federation.

WORF: You would have me break my word?

GOWRON: Your word? What good is your word when you give it to people who care nothing for honour, who refuse to lift a finger while Klingon warriors shed blood for their protection. I tell you, they are without honour. You do not owe them anything.

WORF: It is not what I owe them that matters. It is what I owe myself. Worf, Son of Mogh, does not break His Word.

GOWRON: And what of your debt to me? Are you saying you owe me nothing? I gave you back your name, restored your house, gave your family a seat on the High Council. And this is how you repay me?

WORF: It is true I owe you a great debt. I would give up my life for you. But invading Cardassia is wrong, and I cannot support it.

GOWRON: Worf, I have always considered you a friend and an ally. And because you are my friend, I am giving you this one last chance to redeem yourself. Come with me.

WORF: I cannot.

GOWRON: Think about what you are doing. If you turn your back on me now, for as long as I live, you will not be welcome anywhere in the Klingon Empire. Your family will be removed from the High Council, your lands seized, and your House stripped of its titles. You will have nothing.

WORF: Except my honour.

GOWRON: So be it.

[Quark's cafe]

(As happy gamblers play below, Worf sits alone at a table and stare at nothing.)

O'BRIEN: You look like you could use some company.

WORF: Chief, do you remember the time we rescued Captain Picard from the Borg?

O'BRIEN: How could I forget? It was touch and go there for a while. There were a couple of moments when I thought we were all going to wind up being assimilated.

WORF: I never doubted the outcome. We were like warriors from the ancient sagas. There was nothing we could not do.

O'BRIEN: Except keep the holodecks working right.

WORF: I have decided to resign from Starfleet.

O'BRIEN: Resign? What are you talking about?

WORF: I have made up my mind. It is for the best.

O'BRIEN: Look, I know how much you miss the Enterprise, but I'm sure they'll be building a new one soon.

WORF: It will not be the same. The Enterprise I knew is gone. Those were good years, but now it is time for me to move on.

O'BRIEN: And do what?

WORF: I do not know. I thought I would be returning to Boreth, but now that is impossible. I have made an enemy of Gowron, and every other Klingon in the Empire.

O'BRIEN: All the more reason to stay in Starfleet.

WORF: This uniform will only serve to remind me of how I have disgraced myself in the eyes of my people. I suppose I could get a berth on a Nyberrite Alliance Cruiser. They are always eager to hire experienced officers.

O'BRIEN: The Nyberrite Alliance? That's a long way. What about your son?

WORF: Alexander is much happier living with his grandparents on Earth than he ever was staying with me. One thing is certain. The sooner I leave here, the better. My continued presence on Deep Space Nine would only be a liability to Captain Sisko in his dealings with the Klingons.

QUARK: Do you hear that, Chief? Seventy two decibels. Music to my ears.

O'BRIEN: I think I liked it better when it was quiet.

QUARK: You want quiet, go to the Replimat. This is Quark's the way Quark's should be. The way it was meant to be. Am I glad we finally got rid of all those Klingons. Present company excepted, of course.

(Worf leaves.)

O'BRIEN: I got to hand it to you, Quark. You really know how to make your customers feel welcome.

QUARK: What do I care? All he ever drinks is prune juice.

[Captain's office]

SISKO: I'm sorry, Mister Worf, but I can't accept your resignation at this time.

WORF: I do not understand. What further use could I be here?

SISKO: I'm not sure yet. But as long as the fighting continues between the Klingons and the Cardassians, 

I need you here on the station.

WORF :

If you think that is wise.

SISKO: 

I don't know if it's wise or not. 

But I do know that you're a good officer,

and right now I need every good officer I can get.

(Kira enters)

KIRA: 

Captain, we just got word from Bajoran Intelligence. 

The Klingons have broken through the Cardassian fleet.

SISKO: 

How long before they reach Cardassia Prime?

KIRA: 

Fifty two hours.

WORF: 

If The Klingon Empire has reverted to the old practices, 

they will occupy the Cardassian homeworld, 

execute all government officials, 

and install an imperial overseer 

to put down any further resistance.

SISKO: 

I think it's about time we had a talk with the Cardassians.

DUKAT [on monitor]: 

Captain, I'm a little busy at the moment, so whatever you have to say, make it brief.

SISKO: Dukat? I was trying to reach someone in the civilian Government.

DUKAT 

[on monitor]: 

And you have succeeded. 

You are speaking to the new 

Chief Military Advisor to the Detapa Council.

SISKO: 

Does this mean you've turned your back on 

The Central Command?

DUKAT 

[on monitor]: 

It means that as a loyal officer of the Cardassian Military, 

I am pledged to serve the legitimate 

ruling body of the Empire. 

Whoever that may be.

SISKO: 

In other words, 

you saw which way 

the wind was blowing 

and switched sides.

DUKAT [on monitor]: 

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

SISKO: 

Dukat, you have got to get those council members to safety before the Klingons reach Cardassia Prime.

DUKAT [on monitor]: 

I am open to suggestions, Captain.

SISKO: 

If you can get a ship and meet me at these coordinates, 

I'll do what I can to escort you out of the war zone.

DUKAT [on monitor]: 

That is a very generous offer. 

I must say I am touched. 

By saving the members of the Detapa Council, you will be saving some very

SISKO: 

Forget The Speech, Dukat. 

Just meet me at the rendezvous point.

DUKAT [on monitor]: 

And if the Klingons try to stop us?

SISKO: 

Then I'll be there to reason with them. 

I doubt the Klingons will fire on a Federation ship.

DUKAT: 

I'm not sure I share your optimism, 

but then I don't have much choice, do I? 

We'll meet you there.

(Transmission ends)

WORF: 

Sir, if the Klingons are right, 

if the Cardassian government 

has been taken over by The Founders

SISKO: 

Then we'll be helping them to escape. 

That's the chance we'll have to take. I know you want to be out of that uniform but right now I need you with me.

WORF: 

I understand

In War, There is Nothing More Honourable than Victory.

WORF: 
Captain, I'm detecting some debris, 
bearing zero two five mark three one nine.

SISKO: 
Commander, drop is to one quarter impulse.

DAX: 
Aye, Captain.

WORF: 
It appears to be the wreckage of a number of Cardassian vessels.

SISKO: 
On screen.

BASHIR: 
Are there any signs of Survivors?

DAX: 
I suppose it's possible, 
but there's no way to know without decloaking 
and using our primary sensor array.

WORF: 
Sir, I strongly recommend against that. 
It is likely there are cloaked Klingon warships in the vicinity, lying in wait.

BASHIR: 
Well that doesn't sound very honourable to me.

WORF: 
In War, there is nothing more honourable than Victory.

HOUSE

K'MTAR: 

Q'apla, Worf. 

You are too much for them. 

WORF: 

I have seen you before. 

Who are you? 

K'MTAR: 

A friend. 

(he holds out his fist, displaying a ring)

WORF: 

Are you K'mtar. 

K'MTAR: 

Your brother sent me here to protect you.

WORF: 

He is gin'tak to the House of Mogh. 

RIKER: 

Gin'tak? 

WORF: 

An advisor so trusted that he is become part of a family. 

RIKER: 

Do you have any idea who was behind the attack? 

K'MTAR: 

It is a Klingon matter. 

It is not your concern. 

RIKER: 

One of my officers was almost killed. 

That makes it my concern. 

K'MTAR: 

Recently, rumours began to circulate on the homeworld that an assassination attempt was going to be made on the Family of Mogh.

“A Decree of The Senate empowered Brutus to propose to the people a measure exiling all the members of The House of Tarquin. 

A Conspiracy to Restore the Tarquins.

Though no one doubted that war with the Tarquins was imminent, it did not come as soon as was universally expected. What was not expected, however, was that through intrigue and treachery the new-won liberty was almost lost.

There were some young men of high birth in Rome who during the late reign had done pretty much what they pleased, and being born companions of the young Tarquins were accustomed to live in royal fashion. Now that all were equal before the law, they missed their former licence and complained that the liberty which others enjoyed had become slavery for them; as long as there was a king, there was a person from whom they could get what they wanted, whether lawful or not, there was room for personal influence and kindness, he could show severity or indulgence, could discriminate between his friends and his enemies. But the law was a thing, deaf and inexorable, more favourable to the weak than to the powerful, showing no indulgence or forgiveness to those who transgressed; human nature being what it was, it was a dangerous plan to trust solely to one's innocence. When they had worked themselves into a state of disaffection, envoys from the royal family arrived, bringing a demand for the restoration of their property without any allusion to their possible return. An audience was granted them by the senate, and the matter was discussed for some days; fears were expressed that the non-surrender would be taken as a pretext for war, while if surrendered it might provide the means of war. The envoys, meantime, were engaged on another task: whilst ostensibly seeking only the surrender of the property they were secretly hatching schemes for regaining the crown. Whilst canvassing the young nobility in favour of their apparent object, they sounded them as to their other proposals, and meeting with a favourable reception, they brought letters addressed to them by the Tarquins and discussed plans for admitting them secretly at night into the City.

Riker The Joyous

Herger the Joyous: 

The All-Father wove the skein of your life a long time ago. 

Go and hide in a hole if you wish, but you won't live one instant longer.

Your fate is fixed. 

Fear profits a man nothing.

WORF: 

Commander, I am not the proper person to advise you. 

DATA: 

Why? 

WORF: 

I am very happy for Commander La Forge. He has crossed over to that which is beyond. For a Klingon, this is a joyful time. 

A friend has died in the line of duty and he has earned a place among the honoured dead. It is not a time to mourn. 

WAITING

FENRIS, 

The Fen-Dweller, 

Fame Wolf of Ragnarok :  

Let The Ancient One approach. 

...where •is• The Ancient One? 

VAMPIRE :

He Waits. 

FENRIS,

The Fen-Dweller, 

Fame Wolf of Ragnarok : 

He waits? He waits!? What for!?

Has he no sense of occasion...?

I want him here, now. 

Thor is The Champion of The Gods, of Earth and of The Human Race.

He is the great fighter who can be brought out when something is really bad.

You don't go to Thor for wisdom, you go to Thor because he's going to protect you against the evil monsters.

Tales of Thor's adventures provided escape from one of the bleakest periods in human history.

The dark ages of the first millennium A.D.

It was a time when the Norse world, stretching from the British Isles to the Baltic Sea, was in turmoil.

The agricultural society, where people were farming and surviving kind of at the very edge of how it was possible to survive, because it was cold, it was the northern part of Europe, it wasn't around the Mediterranean where it was much easier to grow things, and it tended to be, from everything we can tell, quite violent.”

War, famine and death were daily facts of life on the desolate northern fringes of Europe.

But the myth of Thor brought a sense of order to the chaos.

“It was a religion of the countryside.

Paganism actually is a Latin word that describes that, what the country people believe in, and paganism is not really well organized either.

It's not like the Greek Pantheon in the sense that it's very well organized and everybody knows whose responsibilities and who's more important than whom.

It's very different.

The view of human life in that mythology was a fairly dark and fairly stern one.

Human beings didn't look forward to the kind of salvation and heaven at the end of time that's promised in the Christian stories.

They had a kind of a darker, a more sorrowful view of life.

People have to show great courage and hardiness in the face of enormous obstacles.

For inspiration, the people looked to Thor.

Thor was the quintessential hero.

He was strong.

Unlike some of the other gods he was not deceptive, he was not treacherous, but he was steadfast, and as this hero figure, I think, people could identify with him best.

In the myth, two of Thor's weapons help him conquer evil forces: A belt that doubles his strength and a hammer that shoots lethal bolts of lightning.

No matter how far Thor throws his trusty hammer, it will return to him like a boomerang.

And each time thunder roars, it means Thor's hammer has struck a giant.

Thor is the master of lightning, and this is not uncommon in other mythologies.

The obvious parallel here is Zeus in classical mythology, for he is the thunder god.

The thunder and lightning god is the protector god.

He's the strongest fighter, so he has that capability that Zeus has, the thunderbolt, the hammer for Thor, that can destroy the bad guys.

KLAG: 

Commander, would you say you're a typical Federation officer?

RIKER: 

I suppose so. Why?

KLAG: 

Well, it's just you're not what I expected.

RIKER:

In what way?

TACTICS: 

You have a sense of humour!

RIKER: 

I was thinking the same thing about you. 

In all my dealings with Klingons, including our Lieutenant Worf, the thought never occurred to me of Klingons laughing.

TACTICS: 

There is much about us you do not know.

RIKER: 

That's why I'm here.

KLAG:

You should ask.

RIKER: 
After this tour, 
I may have some worthy questions.
 

KLAG: 

Questions about what? 

About Our Future? 

Our Future is Honour. 

Our present is Serving This Ship.

TACTICS: 

Like you, I have a mother and a father. 

They look like me, I look like them.
 

RIKER: 

Are they still alive?
 

TACTICS: 

My Mother Lives, 

My Father was killed in battle at Tranome Sar.
 

RIKER: 

And Your Father?
 

KLAG: 

My Father? 

My Father was captured in battle by Romulans 

and Not Allowed to Die. 

He eventually escaped.

RIKER: 

Where is he now?
 

KLAG: 

He is on Our Planet. 

He Waits.

TACTICS: 

He waits for his death.

KLAG: 

He will eventually fade of a natural illness and die, 

weakened and useless. Honourless. 

I will not see him.
 

RIKER: 

He's Your Father.
 

KLAG: 

A Klingon is His Work, 

not his Family. 

That is The Way of Things.
 

RIKER: 

He's Your Father.

KLAG: 

Klingons do not express feeling the way you do.

RIKER: 

Perhaps you should.

KLAG: 

We would not know how.

RIKER: 

Yesterday, I did not know how to eat gagh.

Profiles in Mentorship : The Devil You Know

Perhaps what we most needed was a kick in our complacency, to prepare us ready for what lies ahead.

There are two kinds of stories we tell our children.

The First Kind: 

‘Once upon a time, there was a fuzzy little rabbit named Frizzy-Top who went on a quantum, fun adventure 

only to face a big setback, 

which he overcame through perseverance 

and by being adorable’

This kind of story teaches Empathy.

“Put yourself in Frizzy-Top's shoes”, 

in other words.

The Other Kind: 

“Oliver Anthony Bird, if you get too close to That Ocean, you'll be sucked into The Sea and drowned! 

This kind of story teaches them Fear.

And for the rest of their lives, these two stories compete :

Empathy and Fear.

And so I bring you tonight's play, a work in five acts 

About a fuzzy little bunny,

who got too close to The Ocean and 

What Happened Next.

Let us begin.

It’s Not Safe Out Here.

It's wondrous, with treasures to satiate desires both subtle and gross — but it's not for The Timid.

Q: 

You can't outrun them. 

You can't destroy them. 

If you damage them, the essence of what they are remains. 

They regenerate and keep coming. 

Eventually you will weaken, your reserves will be gone. 

They are relentless.

WORF: 

The Borg ship is firing. 

We have lost shields again.

[Engineering]

LAFORGE: 

Captain, we've just lost the warp engines.

[Bridge]

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) 

RIKER: 

Position.

WESLEY: 

Zero seven zero, mark six three, sir. Back where we started.

(Q swaps places with Riker) 

Q : 

That was a difficult admission -- 

Another Man would have been humiliated to say those words. 

Another Man would have rather died than 

Ask for Help. 

PICARD: 

I understand what you've done here, Q, 

but I think the lesson could have been learned 

without the loss of eighteen members of my crew.

Q: 

If you can't take a little bloody nose, 

maybe you ought to go back home 

and crawl under your bed. 

It's not safe out here. 

It's wondrous, with treasures to satiate desires 

both subtle and gross, 

but it's not for the timid.

(Q vanishes and everyone is back in his own seat) 

PICARD: 

Mister Crusher, set course for the nearest starbase.

WESLEY: 

Course laid in for Starbase Eighty Three, sir. 

PICARD: 

Engage.

[Ten forward]

(Guinan and Picard are playing a version of 3D chess) 

GUINAN: 

Q set a series of events into motion, bringing contact with the Borg much sooner than it should have come. 

Now, perhaps, when you're ready, 

it might be possible to establish a relationship with Them -- 

But for now, for right now, 

you're just raw material to them. 

Since they are aware of your existence...

PICARD: 

....They will be coming.

GUINAN: 

You can bet on it.

PICARD: 

Maybe Q did The Right Thing for The Wrong Reason.

GUINAN: 

How so?

PICARD: 

Well, perhaps what we most needed was a kick in our complacency, to prepare us ready for what lies ahead.