Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You ask too much of yourself.
She's dead.
We're done here.
We will go together to the Daystrom Institute in Okinawa.
I have the rare honor of introducing Admiral Jean-Luc Picard.
In fact, no other synth has been.
He's an inferior copy.
I'm all right, boy.
Could you show our guest to a room?
-Is that why you've come here? -It is.
Uh, my father made it.
You're lucky to have her.
Ten years, still have to remind you.
This isn't right.
-More wine? -Something better. Surprise me.
[light powers up]
Daughter.
Stay down.
They murdered him.
Thank you.
I'm--
I never asked anything of myself at all.
[man speaks Romulan on PA]
-The auditory hallucinations-- -No, you don't have schizophrenia.
He always wanted a daughter.
-Who are "they"? -I don't know, but my boyfriend...
-How did you track me? -I just--
[gasps]
-You went over the terms with them? -Three times, sir.
You're not sure.
Of course you did, sweetie. How else would I know?
"Codger"?
Ever what?
You have to go back to Picard.
Data's daughter.
I really... really wish you'd come here on my day off.
like Dahj oncidium?
-Adrenaline. -And you knew they were coming after you.
[man on PA speaks indistinctly]
Which is one of the reasons--
-Then I'm a freak. -No, you are not!
Would you like to finish it, Captain?
[Picard pants]
Guess again.
Does this mean anything to you?
that you were running.
Well, I've spoken, lectured--
Thank you.
The other is hanging on your study wall at home, I believe.
The decision to call off the rescue