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登場人物
| Jean-Luc Picard: | エンタープライズＤ艦長 |
| William T. Riker: | 副長（「副長」は英語でnumber oneだそうです） |
| Beverly Crusher: | 医療部長（艦で唯一、艦長に命令権限あり） |
| Data: | アンドロイド（科学主任で第二副長） |
| Worf: | セキュリティー、副チーフ（後のシーズンで主任になります） |
| Geordi La Forge: | 技術チーフ（「機関部長」とも。恋多き青年です^^;） |
| R : | Standard orbit, Mr. Worf. |
| Wo: | Aye, sir. Standard orbit. |
| R : | Riker to Holodeck. |
| Ge: | Nothing yet, Commander. |
| R : | We're running out of time. The Jaradan will expect the Captain's greeting. |
| Ge: | Oh, you may have to stall them. |
| Cr: | It's no use. It's just not there. |
| P : | Suggestion, Mr. Data. |
| Da: | I am at a loss, sir. We are in a Holodeck-created building of 1941. The Computer refuses to accept voice commands. The controls for the environment are therefore not accessible. |
| Cr: | I could use some light. |
| Re: | Good day, Mr.Hill. My name is Cyrus Redblock. I hope you don't mind us dropping in. |
| P : | I see I have no choice. |
| Re: | Huh, life is an endless stream of choices. Unfortunately, you have chosen to make my life more difficult. I don't suppose you'd be foolish enough to hide it here? |
| P : | I, ah, I don't suppose so. |
| Re: | Still, I'm sure you won't mind if we take a look around? |
| Cr: | I wish you would quit asking. Since it's obvious you are gonna do it anyway, it's just a waste of time. |
| Re: | Good manners, madam, are never a waste of time. Civility, gentlemen, always civility. Get that stiff out of here. |
| Cr: | He's not dead. |
| Re: | From his pallor, soon will be. |
| ? : | You want I should throw him the garbage, Boss? |
| Re: | Oh, the room next door will be good enough for now. |
| P : | Don't touch him. |
| Re: | Which one struck you? |
| Le: | It was Hill. |
| Re: | For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. A Newtonian truism which you have obviously neglected. |
| Fr: | Dix. You in there? I saw your light and figured you were working late. Guess I was right. Nice company you're keeping, Dix. You forget to take the trash out this morning? |
| Re: | I'm a tolerant man. But I do not tolerate disrespect. |
| Da: | Your devotion to etiquette is highly admirable, sir. However, your methods leave much to be desired. |
| Re: | Huh, what have we here? |
| Le: | Huh, Huh. He looks like a ghost. |
| Re: | Yeah, where do you suppose he's from? |
| Le: | Where were you hatched anyway? |
| Da: | I was created on a planet... |
| P : | Data. |
| Da: | South America. |
| Re: | I've been all over the world. I've never seen anything like you. |
| P : | He is not from this world. None of us are. We are from a world.... We are from a world of fabulous riches, a world where their object's far greater than the one you seek. |
| Le: | That's ridiculous. You're a Private Dick. We've met before and you've never even metioned any of this. |
| Fr: | He's right, Dix. That's pretty weak stuff. I wouldn't even buy that line of guff. |
| P : | I am not Dixon Hill. I just look like Dixon Hill. |
| Da: | He speaks the truth, sir. From your point of view, he is only a facsimile, a knockoff, a cheap imitation. |
| P : | Thank you, Mr. Data. |
| Da: | Sorry, sir. But, that did not come out quite the way I intended. |
| Re: | Very, very good. What wonderful fiction. Quite entertaining. I admire your skill at trying to obfuscate our sense of reality. |
| Da: | It is you who are not real, sir. |
| Cr: | Data. |
| Da: | It is you who are imaginary characters derived from a work of fiction. |
| Fr: | Give it up, fellas. These guys are too smart to fall for that kind of story. |
| Da: | I'm afraid you are not real either, Lieutenant. |
| Le: | I don't want to hear any more of this. You're making me crazy. Let me shoot them, Mr. Redblock. Let me kill them one by one. |
| Re: | Huh, what an interesting situation. Perhaps, we should test this theory by killing one of them. |
| Cr: | You've alredy done that. This man is dying. It's all so senseless. |
| Re: | Oh, hardly. Senseless killing is immoral. But killing for a purpose would be quite often ingenious. |
| Le: | Oh, well said, Mr. Redblock. What is our purpose? |
| Re: | We are on a quest for knowledge, Mr. Leech. We want the item. |
| P : | We don't have it. |
| Le: | Shall I kill him? |
| Re: | No. Kill the woman. |