Captain… we’re still fighting the Enterprise.
I ain’t afrai’ of no Enterprise.
My God. This is playing out exactly as future-Picard
said it would. We are all doomed. All of us, doomed.
Why didn’t we listen to future-Picard?!
Sir, Worf is having anohter berakdown.
Do I look like I give a danm? Keep shooting Deep Space Nine!
Crackers can’t hit the side of a 20th Century Barn.
Our shields are down to 99 percent! At this rate we’ll be destroyed in about a year! I think… wait a second? Where the hell am I ?
Captain, we’re sutsaining heavy damage.
Don’t bohter me rihgt now, bitch.
