Star Trek: Picard
Thursdays on Paramount+Star Trek: Picard Season 3 Quotes
Picard: We need to get to the Sol System right now.
Shaw: Um, smack dab in the middle of Frontier Day, where pretty much every Starfleet vessel is assembled, running exercises, with our faces pinned to their dartboard?
Picard: It’s our only option, Captain.
Shaw: Of course it is.
Y’know, it wasn’t until this moment, reunited with all of you, I realized what I missed most. The carpet.
Two hundred and fifty years ago today, the Enterprise NX-01, the first Warp Five-capable vessel to be constructed by human hands made its maiden voyage. With it, a crew of eighty-three souls embarked on a journey, one of bravery, perseverance, and sacrifice that would lead to the birth of what we know today as Starfleet!
Shelby
Picard: We’ve been here before. And I’m reluctant to ask you all to face this threat again.
Riker: We’re the crew of the USS Enterprise. But more than that, we’re your family.
Troi: Jack, Alandra, Sidney. They’re our family too.
Riker: Jean-Luc, wherever you go, we go.
Funny. I’ve always known the world was imperfect. The broken systems, the wars, suffering, violence, poverty, bigotry. And I always thought if people could only see each other, hear each other, speak in one voice, act in one mind, together. Who knew a little cybernetic authoritarianism was the answer?
Jack
I’ve never been so happy to see so many wrinkles.
Troi
Picard: Computer, initiate system reactivation procedures.
Computer: Authorization acknowledged. USS Enterprise now under command of Captain Jean-Luc Picard.
Picard: Well, I hereby accept the field demotion.
Jack: So many blossoms. So much life. Thousands of flowers. So very different, but beneath the soil, the vines are connected.
Troi: Do you find that comforting?
Jack: Not comforting, no. No, right. True. Purposeful. Perfect.
Jack: I don’t know what they are. Or what they mean.
Troi: Symbols have nothing but meaning.
Biology doesn’t always need words to communicate. Flocks of birds turn in unison. The architecture of a beehive, an ant colony, all wordlessly connected. Some transceivers and receivers are organic. So too must be the technology inside Jack.
Beverly
Jack: The Borg. That’s quite the explanation. A life of disconnection only to realize I’m emblematic of what? A bee? Seeking a hive for a collective, for a queen?
Picard: Subconsciously, perhaps.
Jack: So how much of me is me?
Nothing is more elusive than a door the mind doesn’t wish to open.
Troi
