Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Borg don't ingest food.
- Picard to Riker. - Go ahead.
Some of us survived.
I will not alter my plans.
Status of the Borg ship?
- You give us food. - Yeah.
I'm studying the components in your prosthesis.
And suddenly there I was standing there, staring at him.
I am here to facilitate its incorporation.
I see.
We are all separate individuals. I am Geordi.
These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise.
Mr. La Forge.
It isn't.
- Why are you here? - This is a primitive culture.
They may be on their way.
But if you don't talk to him at least once,
We'll beam him down and wait in the star's chromosphere.
What's he doing?
- Do I have a name? - Do you want one?
Captain, I'd like to go down with him.
One survivor. It's a Borg. Male. Adolescent. He's badly hurt.
Goodbye, Beverly. You saved my life.
No, not “Hugh”. “Harve”.
Is that not easier?
that you tore my foil out of my hand.
- I saved your life. - Why?
When you are assimilated, you will have a similar device.