Blasphemy! You're lucky I don't cast you out or smite you or something. The bottom line is, your life ended about five minutes ago... under the inept ministrations of Dr. Beverly Crusher.
Jean-Luc Picard
No. I am not dead. Because I refuse to believe that the afterlife is run by you. The universe is not so badly designed!
...Cowards! Like all Starfleet, you talk and talk, but you have no guramba!
Picard
What? We talk and talk, but we have no what!?
NLNausicaan Leader
I said, you have no guramba. No courage!
Picard
[cold and deadly] That's what I thought you said. [He staggers the Nausicaan with a punch, and the fateful brawl erupts. Corey and Marta are soon dropped, while Picard is stabbed through the heart from behind. He laughs with relief.]
Au contraire! He's the person you wanted to be. One who was less arrogant and undisciplined in his youth? One who was less like me? The Jean-Luc Picard you wanted to be -- the one who did not fight the Naussicans -- had quite a different career from the one you remember. That Picard never had a brush with death, never came face-to-face with his own mortality, never realized how fragile life is...or how important each moment can, and should, be. So his life never came into focus. He drifted for much of his career, with no plan or agenda, going from one assignment to the next, never seizing the opportunities that presented themselves. He never led the away team on Milica 3 to save the ambassador, never took charge of the Stargazer's bridge when its captain was killed; and no one ever offered him a command. He learned to play it safe...and he never, ever, got noticed by anyone.
Picard
You're right, Q. You gave me the opportunity to change, and I took it. But I see now that doing so was a mistake.
Before, you died it Sickbay. Is that what you want?
Picard
I would rather die as the man I know is truly within me -- with a full life, a real life, behind me -- than have my name on the biography I just listened to.
There was no opportunity. There was no pause. (droning) He-just-kept-talking-in-one-long-incredibly-unbroken-sentence, moving-from-topic-to-topic-so-that-no-one-had-the-chance-to-interrupt, it-was-really-quite-hypnotic.
Captain, incoming message from the New Berlin Colony. They have cancelled their distress call. Evidently a Ferengi trading ship entered their system and someone panicked.
Third time today. Stand down Red Alert. Reduce speed. Return to our patrol route.
Jean-Luc Picard
Mister Worf, acknowledge the signal from New Berlin, transmit another copy of Starfleet's ship-recognition protocols - and tell them to read it this time.
Time may be eternal, Captain, but our patience is not. It's time to put an end to your little "trek" through the stars; make room for other more…worthy species.
[to crowd] He doesn't understand! [to Picard] You obtuse piece of flotsam, you are to be denied existence. Humanity's fate has been sealed, you will be destroyed.
You just don't get it, do you, Jean-Luc? The trial never ends. We wanted to see if you had the ability to expand your mind and your horizons. And for one brief moment, you did.
Exactly. For that one fraction of a second, you were open to options you had never considered. That is the exploration that awaits you. Not mapping stars and studying nebulae, but charting the unknowable possibilities of existence.
Jean-Luc Picard
Q, what is it you're trying to tell me?
[Q considers, then opens his mouth as if to answer...but changes his mind, steps back and smiles]