[Data and Guinan are viewing the cloud formations of a nebula]
Guinan: ...Now it's a Samarian coral fish with its fin unfolded.
Lt. Commander Data: I believe what you are seeing is the effect of the fluid dynamic processes inherent in the large-scale motion of rarified gas.
Guinan: No. no. First it was a fish, and now it's a Mintonian sailing ship.
Lt. Commander Data: Where?
Guinan: Right there. Don't you see the two swirls coming together to form the mast?
Lt. Commander Data: I do not see it... It is interesting that people try to find meaningful patterns in things that are essentially random. I have noticed that the images they perceive sometimes suggest what they are thinking about at that particular moment.
[he looks out at the nebula again]
Lt. Commander Data: Besides, it is clearly a bunny rabbit.
Captain Jean-Luc Picard: [to "Isabella", the energy life form] You are seeing this ship, all of us, from a unique perspective - from a child's point of view. It must seem terribly unfair and restrictive to you. As adults, we don't always stop to consider how everything we say and do shapes the impressions of young people. But if you're judging us, as a people, by the way we treat our children - and I think there can be no better criterion - then you must understand how deeply we care for them. When our children are young, they don't understand what might be dangerous. Our rules are to keep them from harm, real or imagined. And that's part of the continuity of our Human species. When Clara grows up, she will make rules for *her* children, to protect them - as we protect her.
Clara Sutter: I like to cook all kinds of stuff. Like yoghurt and raisin salad, chocolate chip pancakes and... purple omelettes.
Counselor Deanna Troi: [disgusted] Purple omelettes?
Clara Sutter: You put grape juice in the eggs. Isabella doesn't like it very much. She says it tastes funny.
Counselor Deanna Troi: I can see her point.
Counselor Deanna Troi: Maybe you could draw me a picture. I'd love to see what she looks like.
Clara Sutter: You don't think she's real.
Counselor Deanna Troi: I think she's real for you. And that is real enough for me.
Isabella: I came to say I'm sorry I frightened you.
Clara Sutter: That's okay.
Isabella: And I misled you. I wasn't really your Isabella.
Clara Sutter: For a while you were.
[Guinan and Clara are talking about imaginary friends]
Guinan: When I was your age, I had one.
Clara Sutter: You did? What was she like?
Guinan: It... wasn't a she.
Clara Sutter: What was *he* like?
Guinan: It wasn't a he.
Clara Sutter: 'It'?
Guinan: It was a Tarcassian razor beast. It had dark brown fur and gold eyes, and huge spiny wings; and it would fly past so fast nobody could see it but me.
Clara Sutter: Sounds scary.
Guinan: Oh, it was. Especially when he smiled.
Guinan: I knew, as long as that razor beast was around, nothing could hurt me. You know, over the years, his body kind of faded away, but the idea stayed. And I just don't seem to talk to him as often as I used to.
Counselor Deanna Troi: You still talk to it?
Guinan: Oh, yeah. When I'm afraid or... I get confused or a little scared. I just don't think you should have to give up an imaginary friend.