Picard:    Sigma Indri, that's the star,
    So, Data, please, how far? How far?

Data:    Our ship can get there very fast
    But still the trip will last and last
    We'll have two days til we arrive
    But can the Indrans there survive?

Picard:    LaForge, please give us factor nine.

LaForge:   But, sir, the engines are offline!

Picard:    Offline! But why? I want to go!
    Please make it so, please make it so!

Riker:     But sir, if Geordi says we can't,
    We can't, we mustn't, and we shan't,
    The danger here is far too great!

Picard:    But surely we must not be late!

Troi:      I'm sensing anger and great ire.

Computer:  Alert! Alert! The ship's on fire!

Picard:    The ship's on fire? How could this be?
    Who lit the fire?

Riker:     Not me.

Worf:      Not me.

Picard:    Computer, how long til we die?

Computer:  Eight minutes left to say goodbye.

Data:      May I suggest a course to take?
    We could, I think, quite safely make
    Extinguishers from tractor beams
    And stop the fire, or so it seems...

Geordi:    Hurray! Hurray! You've saved the day!
    Again I say, Hurray! Hurray!

Picard:    Mr. Data, thank you much.
    You've saved our lives, our ship, and such.

Troi:      We still must save the Indran planet --

Data:      Which, by the way, is made of granite...

Picard:    Enough, you android. Please desist.
    We understand -- we get your gist.
    But can we get our ship to go?
    Please, make it so, PLEASE make it so.

Geordi:    There's sabotage among the wires
    And that's what started all the fires.

Riker:     We have a saboteur? Oh, no!
    We need to go! We need to go!

Troi:      We must seek out the traitor spy
    And lock him up and ask him why?

Worf:      Ask him why? How sentimental.
    I say give him problems dental.

Troi:      Are any Romulan ships around?
    Have scanners said that they've been found?
    Or is it Borg or some new threat
    We haven't even heard of yet?
    I sense no malice in this crew.
    Now what are we supposed to do?

Crusher:   Captain, please, the Indrans need us.
    They cry out, "Help us, clothe us, feed us!"
    I can't just sit and let them die!
    A doctor MUST attempt -- MUST try!

Picard:    Doctor, please, we'll get there soon.

Crusher:   They may be dead by Tuesday noon.

Worf:      The saboteur is in the brig.
    He's very strong and very big.
    I had my phaser set on stun --
    A zzzip! A zzzap! Another one!
    He would not budge, he would not fall,
    He would not stun, no, not at all!
    He changed into a stranger form
    All soft and purple, round and warm.

Picard:    Did you see this, Mr. Worf?
    Did you see this creature morph?

Worf:      I did and then I beat him fairly.
    Hit him on the jaw -- quite squarely.

Riker:     My commendations, Klingon friend!
    Our troubles now are at an end!

Crusher:   Now let's get our ship to fly
    And orbit yonder Indran sky!

Picard:    LaForge, please tell me we can go...?

Geordi:    Yes, sir, we can.

Picard:    Then make it so!