You bet I'm agitated!

1. I'm afraid I still don't understand, sir. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named "Enterprise." The Federation's gone; the Borg is everywhere! How long can two people talk about nothing? Computer, lights up! A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral. I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things, sir. Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves?
2. Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. They were just sucked into space. You're going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. Well, that's certainly good to know. Your shields were failing, sir. About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked.
3. This should be interesting. In all trust, there is the possibility for betrayal. We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. Sorry, Data. The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. Wouldn't that bring about chaos? We know you're dealing in stolen ore.
4. But I wanna talk about the assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf. Travel time to the nearest starbase? I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. I've had twelve years to think about it. And if I had it to do over again, I would have grabbed the phaser and pointed it at you instead of them. Captain, why are we out here chasing comets? I can't. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship.