Picard: Sigma Indri, that's the star,
So, Data, please, how far? How far?


Data: Our ship can get there very fast
But still the trip will last and last
We'll have two days til we arrive
But can the Indrans there survive?


Picard: LaForge, please give us factor nine.


LaForge: But, sir, the engines are offline!


Picard: Offline! But why? I want to go!
Please make it so, please make it so!


Riker: But sir, if Geordi says we can't,
We can't, we mustn't, and we shan't,
The danger here is far too great!


Picard: But surely we must not be late!


Troi: I'm sensing anger and great ire.


Computer: Alert! Alert! The ship's on fire!


Picard: The ship's on fire? How could this be?
Who lit the fire?


Riker: Not me.


Worf: Not me.


Picard: Computer, how long til we die?


Computer: Eight minutes left to say goodbye.


Data: May I suggest a course to take?
We could, I think, quite safely make
Extinguishers from tractor beams
And stop the fire, or so it seems...


Geordi: Hurray! Hurray! You've saved the day!
Again I say, Hurray! Hurray!


Picard: Mr. Data, thank you much.
You've saved our lives, our ship, and such.


Troi: We still must save the Indran planet --


Data: Which (by the way) is made of granite...


Picard: Enough, you android. Please desist.
We understand -- we get your gist.
But can we get our ship to go?
Please, make it so, PLEASE make it so.


Geordi: There's sabotage among the wires
And that's what started all the fires.


Riker: We have a saboteur? Oh, no!
We need to go! We need to go!


Troi: We must seek out the traitor spy
And lock him up and ask him why?


Worf: Ask him why? How sentimental.
I say give him problems dental.


Troi: Are any Romulan ships around?
Have scanners said that they've been found?
Or is it Borg or some new threat
We haven't even heard of yet?
I sense no malice in this crew.
Now what are we supposed to do?


Crusher: Captain, please, the Indrans need us.
They cry out, "Help us, clothe us, feed us!"
I can't just sit and let them die!
A doctor MUST attempt -- MUST try!


Picard: Doctor, please, we'll get there soon.


Crusher: They may be dead by Tuesday noon.


*COMMERCIAL BREAK, COMMERCIAL BREAK
HOW LONG WILL THESE DUMB ADS TAKE?*


Worf: The saboteur is in the brig.
He's very strong and very big.
I had my phaser set on stun --
A zzzip! A zzzap! Another one!
He would not budge, he would not fall,
He would not stun, no, not at all!
He changed into a stranger form
All soft and purple, round and warm.


Picard: Did you see this, Mr. Worf?
Did you see this creature morph?


Worf: I did and then I beat him fairly.
Hit him on the jaw -- quite squarely.


Riker: My commendations, Klingon friend!
Our troubles now are at an end!


Crusher: Now let's get our ship to fly
And orbit yonder Indran sky!


Picard: LaForge, please tell me we can go...?


Geordi: Yes, sir, we can.


Picard: Then make it so!