Star Trek: The Next Generation1987

Dara:
Father, come home. This is wrong.

Dr. Timicin:
Dara, if I could show you the work I have begun. There's still so much for me to do.

Dara:
There is nothing for me to look at. It is irrelevant.

Lwaxana Troi:
Your father's work may save your world, my dear. I would hardly consider that irrelevant.

Dara:
[ignoring her] All I'm concerned with now is you, not your work. Your work is over. It is your time to rest.

Lwaxana Troi:
Perhaps you will feel differently as you get a little older - say approaching sixty.

Dara:
My father taught me to cherish the Resolution. I don't know how you have poisoned him to reject it.

Lwaxana Troi:
It's an obscene ritual.

Dara:
How dare you? How dare you criticize my way of life and my beliefs?

Dr. Timicin:
Please. Please, Dara. Please.

Dara:
Where will you go?

Dr. Timicin:
[sighs] I don't know.

Dara:
And where will you die? I cannot bear the thought of you being laid to rest on some other world. That you will not lie beside my mother. That I will not be able to lie beside you when my Resolution comes. I'm sorry. I don't know how you can... go on with your life knowing that each day is an insult to everything we believe in. Father, I love you. But I am ashamed.