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.

         *COMMERCIAL BREAK, COMMERCIAL BREAK
         HOW LONG WILL THESE DUMB ADS TAKE?*

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!