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Scene 7:
Picard, Riker, Data, Troi. Wesley. LaForge. Dr. Crusher, Worf, one Romulan extra.
Dr. Crusher:
Ladies and gentlemen. The next contest is between Lt. Worf, the Klingon petaQ, and a nameless Romulan extra.
Wesley:
Blood Wine! Romulan Ale! Aldebaran-Whisky! Raktajino! Get it while it's hot! Plum juice, only half a strip of latinum! Saurian Brandy!
Troi:
I do feel, Captain, that any group of Federation officers like ours must reflect such a divergence of interests within its power-base.
Riker:
Agreed. Captain?
Picard:
Yes. I think Troi's point of view is very valid, Number One, provided the Federation never forgets that it is the inalienable right of every man...
Data:
...or woman...
Picard:
...or woman... to rid himself...
Data:
...or herself...
Picard:
...or herself.
Riker:
Agreed.
Picard:
Thank you, Will.
Data:
Or Wilma.
Picard:
Or Wilma. Where was I?
Riker:
I think you'd finished.
Picard:
Oh. Right.
Riker:
Furthermore, it is the birthright of every man...
Data:
...or woman...
Riker:
Why don't you shut up about women, Data. You're putting us off.
Data:
Women have a perfect right to play a part in the Federation, Commander.
Picard:
Why are you always on about women, Mr. Data?
Data:
I want to be one.
Riker:
What?!
Data:
I want to be a woman. From now on, I want you all to call me Mrs. Data.
Riker:
What?!
Mrs. Data:
It's my right as an android.
Troi:
Well, why do you want to be Mrs. Data, Data?
Mrs. Data:
I want to have babies.
Riker:
You want to have babies?
Mrs. Data:
It's every android's right to have babies if he wants them.
Riker:
But... you can't have babies.
Mrs. Data:
Don't you oppress me, Commander.
Riker:
I'm not oppressing you, Data. You haven't got a womb! Where's the foetus going to gestate?! You going to keep it in a box?!
Mrs. Data:
(Starts to cry.)
Troi:
Here! I've got an idea. Suppose you agree that he can't actually have babies, not having a womb, which is nobody's fault, not even the Romulans', but that he can have the right to have babies.
Picard:
Good idea, Deanna. We shall fight the Romulans for your right to have babies, Mr. Data. Mrs. Data. Sorry.
Riker:
What's the point?
Picard:
What?
Riker:
What's the point of fighting for his right to have babies when he can't have babies?
Picard:
It is symbolic of our struggle against intolerance.
Riker:
Symbolic of his struggle against reality.
(Trumpets, clapping.)
Dr. Crusher:
Get out there.
Romulan Extra:
It's, um...
Dr. Crusher:
Get out there.
Romulan Extra:
It's dangerous out there. Ah ah. Ah! Oh.
(Clapping.)
Ooh.
Ten Forward:
Aaah. Ohh...
LaForge:
What a load of rubbish.
Wesley:
Blood Wine! Romulan Ale! Aldebaran-Whisky!
Picard:
Tea, Earl Gray, hot.
Wesley:
I haven't got any tea. Sorry. I've got Plum juice, Raktajino...
Picard:
No, no, no.
Wesley:
Romulan Ale?
Picard:
I don't want any of that Romulan rubbish.
Troi:
Why don't you sell proper food?
Wesley:
Proper food?
Riker:
Yeah, not those non-federation tit-bits.
Wesley:
Well, don't blame me. I didn't ask to sell this stuff.
Riker:
All right. Cup of Raktajino, then.
Picard:
Make it two.
Riker:
Two.
Picard:
Thanks, Number One.
Wesley:
Are you Section 31?
Riker:
Fuck off!
Wesley:
What?
Riker:
Section 31. We're United Federation of Planets officers! Section 31. Cawk.
Picard:
Wankers.
Wesley:
Can I... join your group?
Riker:
No. Piss off.
Wesley:
I didn't want to sell this stuff. It's only a job. I hate the Romulans as much as anybody.
UFP Officers:
Shhhh. Shhhh. Shhh. Shh. Shhhh.
Troi:
Are you sure?
Wesley:
Oh, dead sure. I hate the Romulans already.
Riker:
Listen. If you really wanted to join the UFP, you'd have to really hate the Romulans.
Wesley:
I do!
Riker:
Oh, yeah? How much?
Wesley:
A lot!
Riker:
Right. You're in. Listen. The only people we hate more than the Romulans are the fucking Section 31.
UFP Officers:
Yeah...
Troi:
Splitters.
UFP Officers:
Splitters.
Picard:
And Tribbles.
UFP Officers:
Yeah. Oh, yeah. Splitters. Splitters.
Mrs. Data:
And the United Federation of Planets.
UFP Officers:
Yeah. Splitters. Splitters.
Riker:
What?
Mrs. Data:
The United Federation of Planets. Splitters.
Riker:
We're the United Federation of Planets!
Mrs. Data:
Oh. I thought we were Starfleet?
Riker:
United Federation! C-huh.
Picard:
Whatever happened to Starfleet, Will?
Riker:
He's over there.
UFP Officers::
Splitter!
Worf:
(Coughing, green blood on his face.) Ooh. Ooh. I-- I think I've got a bone... stuck in my... Ooh. Ooh.
LaForge:
Absolutely dreadful, man.
Ten Forward:
(Cheers.)
Riker:
Yes, Worf! Ha ha. What's your name?
Wesley:
Wesley. Wesley Crusher.
Riker:
We may have a little job for you, Wesley.
So, und wenn ich ganz viel Zeit habe, mach ich auch noch Scene 8...
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