Star Trek: First Contact (1996)
Brent Spiner: Data
Lieutenant Commander Data : Captain, I believe I am feeling... anxiety. It is an intriguing sensation. A most distracting...
Captain Jean-Luc Picard : Data, I'm sure it's a fascinating experience, but perhaps you should deactivate your emotion chip for now.
Lieutenant Commander Data : Good idea, sir.
Lieutenant Commander Data : Done.
Captain Jean-Luc Picard : Data, there are times that I envy you.
Captain Jean-Luc Picard : I'm about to commit a direct violation of our orders. Those of you who wish to object, you do so now. It will be noted in my log.
Lieutenant Commander Data : Captain. I believe I speak for everyone here, sir, when I say...
Lieutenant Commander Data : To hell with our orders.
Borg Queen : Brave words. I've heard them before, from thousands of species across thousands of worlds, since long before you were created. But, now they are all Borg.
Lieutenant Commander Data : I am unlike any lifeform you have encountered before. The codes stored in my neural net cannot be forcibly removed.
Borg Queen : You are an imperfect being, created by an imperfect being. Finding you weakness is only a matter of time.
[Picard puts his hand on the Phoenix]
Captain Jean-Luc Picard : It's a boyhood fantasy... I must have seen this ship hundreds of times in the Smithsonian but I was never able to touch it.
Lieutenant Commander Data : Sir, does tactile contact alter your perception of the Phoenix?
Captain Jean-Luc Picard : Oh, yes! For humans, touch can connect you to an object in a very personal way, make it seem more real.
[Data also puts his hand on the Phoenix]
Lieutenant Commander Data : I am detecting imperfections in the titanium casing... temperature variations in the fuel manifold... it is no more "real" to me now than it was a moment ago.
Cmdr. Deanna Troi : [observing from a catwalk] Would you three like to be alone?
Lieutenant Commander Data : [with his grafted flesh burned away] I imagine I look worse than I... feel.
Borg Queen : You are in chaos, Data. You are the contradiction: a machine who wishes to be human.
Lieutenant Commander Data : Since you seem to know so much about me, you must be aware I am programmed to evolve. To better myself.
Borg Queen : We too are on a quest to better ourselves, evolving toward a state of perfection.
Lieutenant Commander Data : Forgive me: the Borg do not evolve, they conquer.
Borg Queen : Do you always talk this much?
Lieutenant Commander Data : Not always, but often.
Borg Queen : Why do you insist on utilizing this primitive linguistic communication? Your android brain is capable of so much more.
Lieutenant Commander Data : Have you forgotten? I'm endeavoring to become more human.
Borg Queen : Human! We used to be exactly like them. Flawed. Weak. Organic. But we evolved to include the synthetic. Now we use both to attain perfection. Your goal should be the same as ours.
Lieutenant Commander Data : Believing oneself to be perfect is often the sign of a delusional mind.
Borg Queen : Small words from a small being, trying to attack what it doesn't understand.
[a Borg scratches Data's flesh arm]
Borg Queen : Is it becoming clear to you yet? Look at yourself, standing there, cradling the new flesh I've given you. If it means nothing to you, why protect it?
Lieutenant Commander Data : I... I am simply imitating the behavior of humans.
Borg Queen : You're becoming more human all the time, Data; now you're learning how to lie.
Lieutenant Commander Data : My programming was not designed to process these sensations.
Borg Queen : Then tear the skin from your limb as you would a defective circuit.
Borg Queen : Go ahead, Data! We won't stop you!
[Data forces himself to try to tear off the skin]
Borg Queen : Do it! Don't be tempted by flesh!
[Data relents and leaves the skin alone]
Borg Queen : Are you familiar with physical forms of pleasure?
Lieutenant Commander Data : If you are referring to sexuality, I am... fully functional, programmed in... multiple techniques.
Borg Queen : How long since you've used them?
Lieutenant Commander Data : Eight years, seven months, sixteen days, four minutes, twenty-two...
Borg Queen : Far too long.
[they kiss passionately]
Captain Jean-Luc Picard : First thing they'll do in Engineering is establish a collective, a central point from which they can control the hive. The problem is, if we begin firing particle weapons in Engineering, there's a risk that we may hit the warp core. I believe our goal should be to puncture one of the plasma coolant tanks. Data?
Lieutenant Commander Data : Excellent idea.
Lieutenant Commander Data : Who are you?
Borg Queen : I am the Borg.
Lieutenant Commander Data : That is a contradiction. The Borg have a collective consciousness. There are no individuals.
Borg Queen : I am the beginning, the end, the one who is many. I am the Borg.
Lieutenant Commander Data : Greetings.