Guinan: Yes. Yes, it would.
Riker: You don't know how long I've wanted to tell you that.
Guinan: But you were afraid.
Riker: Yes.
Guinan: Of me?
Riker: Of us. Of what we might become. Or that you might think that's a line.
Guinan: Maybe I do think it's a line.
Riker: And you think I'm not sincere?
Guinan: I didn't say that. There's nothing wrong with a line; it's like a knock at the door.
Riker: Then you're inviting me in.
Guinan: I'm not sending you away.
Riker: That's more than I expected.
Guinan: Is it as much as you hoped?
Riker: To hope is to recognize the posibility -- I had only dreams!
Guinan: Dreams can be dangerous.
Riker: Not these dreams. I dream of a galaxy where your eyes are the stars and the universe worships the night.
Guinan: Carefull. Putting me on a pedestal so high you may not be able to reach me.
Riker: Then I'll learn how to fly! You're the heart in my day and the soul in my night.
(Good god, why do I not have a Star Trek icon!?!?)
