Wesley Crusher: Sir, I know this may finish me as an acting ensign, but...
Capt. Picard: Shut up, Wesley!
Doctor Beverly Crusher: "Shut up, Wesley"?
Capt. Picard: Doctor.
Wesley Crusher: And since I am finished here, sir, may I point out that...?
Doctor Beverly Crusher: Shut up, Wesley!
Wesley Crusher: ...that everything that I have said would have been listened to if it came from an adult officer. - Request permission to return to my quarters, sir.
Capt. Picard: Agreed. Doctor, go with him.
Doctor Beverly Crusher: You're putting *me* off the bridge?
Capt. Picard: [sotto voce] I'm asking you to keep an eye on your son during all of this, Doctor.
Wesley Crusher: How can you be practicing something like sneezing when we're arriving at your home planet for the first time? Aren't you interested in that?
Lt. Commander Data: More than interested - fascinated. One might say, agog. But I also find sneezing interesting.
Lt. Commander Data: I could say 'Home, sweet home', sir - if I understood how the word 'sweet' applies.
Lt. Commander Data: [after discovering the disassembled Lore] Could this be another me? Or possibly my brother?
Capt. Picard: You'll feel uncomfortable about aspects of your duplicate, Data. We feel uncomfortable too, and for no logical reason. If it feels awkward to be reminded that Data is a machine, just remember that *we* are merely a different variety of machine - in our case, electrochemical in nature.
Lt. Commander Data: You consider it important to please humans?
Lore: It's not important?
Lt. Commander Data: There are many things of importance - some more than others.
Dr. Crusher: [on Lore] You're watching everything he does, Data? Is that the act of a brother?
Capt. Picard: It's the act of a Starfleet officer obeying his Captain, Doctor.
Lore: Dr. Soong made me perfect in his first attempt. But he made me so completely human, the colonists became envious of me.
Lt. Commander Data: You lived with the colonists?
Lore: [nods] Until they petitioned Soong to make a more comfortable, less perfect android. In other words, you, Brother.
[the Enterprise is attacked by the Crystalline Entity]
Lore: [acting as Data] Captain, let me talk to it.
Capt. Picard: You didn't say you could do that.
[the Crystalline Entity is hitting the ship again]
Capt. Picard: Affirmative, talk to it!
Lore: [to Wesley] The troublesome little manchild... Are you prepared for the kind of death you've earned, little man?
Lore: [after trapping Worf in a turbolift with him] Now show me your warrior fierceness.
Lt. Commander Data: How sad, dear Brother. You make me wish I were an only child.
Capt. Picard: Data? You all right?
Lt. Commander Data: Yes, sir. I'm fine.
Capt. Picard: Then get rid of that damn twitch! And put on the correct uniform.