Jean-Luc Picard: Engage.
Jean-Luc Picard: You were the XO of a heavy cruiser?
Cristóbal Rios: The ibn Majid. You never heard of it because it doesn't exist. Starfleet erased it from the records.
Jean-Luc Picard: Do I detect a certain bitterness towards Starfleet? You must know that Starfleet and I long since have parted ways.
Cristóbal Rios: If you say so. I really don't give a damn.
Jean-Luc Picard: Oh, really? I see this ship is impeccably maintained, every bolt, and clasp, and fitting in place. Everything stowed in regulation Starfleet order. I don't know what happened to you, Rios, or the ibn Majid, but five minutes on this ship, and I know precisely what I'm looking at. You are Starfleet to the core. I can smell it on you.
Cristóbal Rios: That's just my tragic sense of life. Raffi warned me you were a speechmaker.
Hugh: [to Soji] You're kind of a know-it-all, aren't you?
Jean-Luc Picard: I'm not in the habit of consulting lawyers before I do what needs to be done.
Jean-Luc Picard: Mars is burning, tens of thousands are dead, and nobody is thinking, nobody is listening, they're just reacting!
Raffi Musiker: Wait a minute. What happened in there, JL?
Jean-Luc Picard: They said that our plan was "unfeasible." Half of them never wanted to rescue the Romulans in the first place, and the rest are... are just frightened. I never dreamed that Starfleet would give in to intolerance and fear.
Jean-Luc Picard: [after a ninja assassin who tried to murder one of them gets shot down] Damn.