Gates McFadden credited as playing...
Doctor Beverly Crusher
- Capt. Picard: [entering Crusher's office with a little skip] Beverly.
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: Yes, Jean-Luc?
- Capt. Picard: You will address me as 'Captain'.
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: [laughs] Captain? Oh, well then, my dear Captain, you will address *me* as 'Chief Medical Officer' or 'Doctor'.
- Capt. Picard: I will? That's true. I started off by calling you Beverly, and, of course, naturally, you... I'm still not thinking straight.
- Capt. Picard: Now, Doctor.
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: I believe I've become infected myself, Captain.
- Capt. Picard: Do you know what the infection is?
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: *giggles drunkenly*
- Capt. Picard: Come on, quickly!
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: Sorry! It is definitely like alcohol intoxication. The same lack of good judgment. For example, right now, I find you extremely, extremely... Of course, we haven't time for that sort of thing.
- Capt. Picard: What sort of thing?
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: *eying his body* Oh god would I love to show you!
- Capt. Picard: Doctor! There must a cure, some formula. Hmph! Similar to the old one.
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: Damn it! Damn it! Captain! *leaning in for a kiss* My dear Captain...
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: *following him* You owe me something! You do realize that, don't you? *unzips top* I'm a woman.
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: I haven't had the comfort of a husband, a man... ..
- Capt. Picard: Not now Doctor! Please!
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: If you were any more perfect, Data, I'd have to write you up in a Starfleet medical textbook.
- Lt. Cmdr. Data: I am already listed in several bio-mechanical texts, Doctor.
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: Yes - of course...
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: Captain, can I see you in your ready room? It's a private matter. No, actually, it's an urgent one!
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: You brought Deanna in.
- Commander William T. Riker: Yes, she's infected.
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: Then you touched her. Oh, God, and you touched me.
- [he moves to leave]
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: Wait, I've got to quarantine you.
- Commander William T. Riker: If I don't get the command computer back online soon, none of this, whatever this is, will matter. We'll all be dead.
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: [treating Geordi] According to our medical readouts, there's still nothing wrong with him. He looks like he's running a temperature but every instrument we have says he's not.
- Capt. Picard: Doctor, every person on that ship over there died. Is there any chance that whatever did it is loose on my ship?
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: If you mean a disease, sir, I'd say there's no chance of it. We used full decontamination. We examined every team member very carefully.
- Capt. Picard: The entire crew somehow managed to kill themselves, Doctor. If it's not a disease, what else made them do it?
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: The obvious alternatives are in the areas of insanity and severe emotional upset. Troi, do you feel anything unusual in the Lieutenant?
- Capt. Picard: Security just told me that he was longing for normal sight. That's a sudden yearning for that.
- Counselor Deanna Troi: Since his records show no previous mention of that, the fact that it happened now could be important. But all I sense from him is confusion. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was intoxicated.
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: Our tests would have shown that; also any other signs of drugs, hallucinogens, or any other contaminants.
- Commander William T. Riker: Captain, I believe we have the answer to what happened over there.
- Capt. Picard: [looking over Data's shoulder] The Constitution-class Starship Enterprise, Captain James T. Kirk commanding.
- Commander William T. Riker: Similar conditions. They were monitoring a planet that was breaking up and not a collapsing star, as in this case. But there were the same huge shifts in gravity.
- Capt. Picard: Which somehow resulted in complex strings of water molecules which acquired carbon from the body and acted... acted on the body like alcohol. Data, download this information to Medical immediately.
- Lt. Cmdr. Data: Aye, sir. Downloading.
- Capt. Picard: Fascinating. The entire crew going out of control.
- Commander William T. Riker: Like intoxication, but worse. Judgment almost completely impaired.
- Capt. Picard: Until they found this formula, barely in time.
- [pressing a console button]
- Capt. Picard: Picard to Dr. Crusher. Come in.
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: This is Crusher. Go ahead, Captain.
- Capt. Picard: You can relax, Doctor. The answer to all of this is feeding into your medical banks right now; including a cure.
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: Are you certain, Captain?
- Capt. Picard: Absolutely.
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: Sickbay to bridge.
- Capt. Picard: Picard here. Go ahead, Doctor.
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: I'm confining Lt. La Forge to Sickbay until further notice.
- Capt. Picard: Do we have a problem, Doctor?
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: I don't know yet.
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: I can't find anything unusual in any of the tricorder readings they sent over, Captain.
- Capt. Picard: Give me a theory, Doctor. Anything. Madness. Mass hysteria. Delusion?
- Counselor Deanna Troi: Any or all, Captain.
- Capt. Picard: All right, let's bring the away team back. Set the transporter to maximum decontamination and then full examination and observation when they're here.
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: Normal all across. Except... why are you perspiring, Lieutenant?
- Lt. Geordi La Forge: I suppose because *you* have it too hot in here. What else would it be?
- Commander William T. Riker: That doesn't sound like you, Geordi.
- Lt. Geordi La Forge: Well, maybe it's not. Maybe she threw her voice.
- [Crusher and Riker look at each other, concerned]
- Lt. Geordi La Forge: Hey, it was a joke.
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: There's something happening on this ship. Just to be safe, I'd like you to stay in our quarters until it's solved.
- Wesley Crusher: Sure, Mom, sure. Your wish is my command.
- Doctor Beverly Crusher: Now, Wes.
- Wesley Crusher: Okay, but you could be stunting my emotional growth. You realize that?
- Lt. Worf: Do we owe our thanks to Commander Data, sir?
- Capt. Picard: [over communicator] Yes, and Wesley may have given us a few seconds too.
- Lt. Worf: Did he say Wesley? The boy?
- Dr. Crusher: He said... Wesley.