And it is my duty to inform you that the United Federation of Planets has designated planet Ghulion IV in the Vayt sector under the protection of Starfleet, according to the terms of the Treaty of Algeron.
OOh
Too late. Our claim to this world takes precedence. Move aside.
General, or Commodore, or whatever you're calling yourself, right now, I'm on the bridge of the toughest, fastest, most powerful ship Starfleet has ever put into service, and I've got a fleet of them at my back. We've got our phasers locked on your warp cores. And nothing would make me happier than you giving me an excuse to kick your treacherous Tal Shiar ass. But instead, I'm going to ask you one time -- to stand down.
Apparently I ended my existence in the hope of prolonging yours.
Jean-Luc Picard
You don't remember your death? I can't forget it. That's right. Before I had even grasped the nature of our situation, you had conceived, and executed it. I was furious.
When I first came to work here, I saw you as a man who chose the stars. And after all this time, I've come to wonder, have you been seeking or running? Am I being too personal?
The problem isn't time — it's you. You always talk about love as if you ever took it seriously. And you know the only things you’ve ever put out there to break were your bones, and the only thing you ever risked losing was your life.
Jean-Luc Picard
That's not an insignificant loss.
GGuinan
There are worse things than being dead. You know that better than anybody.
Well, the chase is cut, Picard! The chase is bleeding! The chase is dying in your arms, and I am but a suture in the wound. [Q backs away from Picard, appearing confused as to what he had just said]
And I've had enough of your obstinance, your stubbornness, your insistence on changing in all ways but the one that matters. This is not a lesson. It's a penance.
"I would never." Such moral convictions are the luxury of the victors. Come. "Through A Mirror, Darkly". And here, the man who holds the glass is darker still. Let me show you!
Now, you're welcome to remain here in the body of a madman, in the world of a madman, to attempt, like Macbeth, to wash the blood from your hands. But I assure you, Jean-Luc... it's un-washable. Or...
Calculating... 2024. That is the when. Where is the where? Calculating... Earth. The change in the timeline originates there. In Los Angeles. Calculating... There is someone there to help. A watcher. Seek the watcher.
I suppose even higher cybernetic life forms can get sloppy with where they leave secrets lying around. But there's more, isn't there? "When" it happened. I can alm... I can almost feel it. [The Borg Queen glares at Agnes] It'll come to me.
I have no interest in being part of some... whatever this is. So do yourself a favor: walk away. I can't allow Renee to complete this mission. Stay away from her.