ST:The Next Generation 4X13 Devil's Due - 10/14 @ 10PM ET

Captain, whether she’s a god-like being or a computer you should be able to talk Ardra into destroying herself. You have done so on many occasion.

Don’t be too sure. There are always possibilities, I always say.

Probably one of your hocus-pocus mind melds!

Unlike certain green-blooded aliens, Mr. Spock, Scotty’s a human being. Even with the best of my skills, there’s no way he’s going to live this long.

Sorry, Scotty.

His own crew speaking against him. This Captain has no order or command.

facepalm

At least Trelane’s court was a total outright farce.

Perhaps someday, Doctor even you will live long enough—perhaps even to see the Enterprise D off on it’s first mission.

Like I said, Picard needed to make his move earlier. She would have been in my arms and begging for my affection by now.

That poor engineer. I could have fixed his eyes, like I did when Spock went blind.

Spock, you appear to have knowledge beyond us. Anything you want to share about future? I’ve always known, I’ll die alone.

(sigh) No doubt, Jim. No doubt.

That is indeed a logical conclusion, Kirk.

However, everything about this “Ardra” is quite… illogical.

Is that what he is? I thot it was fashion statement of the future.

Engineering to Bridge. We’re running dangerously low on Scotch Whiskey down here. Can you send down another case or two.

Having you around should keep me going, if only out of spite!

Scotty, I believe if you head up to the Bridge you’ll find out where all the Scotch is. Besides, we have a huge TV Screen up here.

I have perhaps already said too much. But suffice it to say you will done alone, and then again with this Captain we’re watching here.
Unfortunately your burial will involve a crude pile of rocks.
I’m sorry, Jim.

Given his performance so far. I’m not surprised. I die probably saving him.

I take that as a compliment Doctor.

Something like that.

“I can create tremors like she did.”

Yeah, you should have made some tremors last night. hiccup

That’s some Scotch, Scotty!

Poppycock! You’re going to die with a yeoman in your bed.

One way or another. :rolleyes: