Star Trek: Picard
Thursdays on Paramount+Star Trek: Picard Season 3 Episode 8: "Surrender" Quotes
Troi: Though your beard has gone from brown to gray to blood red. The face of an old man who can still take a punch. Almost.
Riker: I’ve missed you, imzadi.
Troi: Imza…I should’ve taught you another word. Yintoru?
Riker: Yintoru. What does that mean?
Troi: Baby of immense size.
Troi: You’ve changed. I can feel it.
Riker: In the nebula, I came face to face with bleakness.
Shaw: You should’ve blown the turbolift.
Seven: But I didn’t. And I’d make the same decision again. I draw the line at trading lives.
Shaw: You are a Starfleet officer. You don’t have the luxury to only make choice that feel hunky-dory. Everything has consequences.
Let’s be clear then, shall we? I am not a changeling. I have never changed into or from anything. I am who I am. A talker. Not sleight of hand, but sleight of word. All just to distract from this, this, this feeling that I have … I’ve always been different.
Jack
Vadic: Tell me about someone who loves you.
Mura: My son.
Vadic: A son. Picard has a son. Why don’t you tell him to come up here?
Mura: I can’t. Because I’m Starfleet.
Vadic: Now you see what control looks like?
Riker: It was my last connection to him and you tried to erase it.
Troi: Not erase it. Take it. Help you carry it. But I forgot the one thing that all counselors should remember. You can’t skip to the end of healing.
Troi: We went [to Nepenthe] for Thad, but it’s not really my cup of tea.
Riker: Honey, it’s not mine either.
Troi: That house. It’s like it was designed by a cabal of retro-Prairie hipsters.
Riker: Even the way the front steps groaned at me!
Troi: It’s a very judgy foyer. And those birds! Every morning, like screaming babies.
Riker: Nepenthian red-winged banshees. Horrible. You know what they say. The only thing worse than a woodpecker?
Troi: Is a two-headed woodpecker!
One’s personal space is a right.
Worf
Worf: Deanna, I have counted the days since I last saw you. Like waves in the ocean, constant and unending. I have thought of your empathic gifts often during my self-evaluation.
Troi: Well, that’s wonderful!
Riker: Inappropriate.
Worf: The work I have done on myself, the level of sensitivity that I have achieved has been in more ways than one…
Riker: Is this a rescue mission or a continuation of the torture?
Geordi: Six years ago, you brought a gift to my anniversary dinner on Rigel.
Picard: A Chateau Picard bordeaux which you said was too dry because your taste in wine is pedestrian at best.
Geordi: Definitely Picard.
Lore: Reminiscing, are we? Scanning through your meaningless memorabilia? In my mind, you would find mightier things. Symbols of power, conquest, the only sensible measure of the success of a life. While you collect trinkets.
Data: These trinkets are my memories. The only sensible measure of the worth of a life.
My memories define me. I am who I am because they exist. Even though I do not share your desire to dominate, I recognize, given my current state, I am powerless to stop you.
Data
