Beverly: I've prepared quarters for you on Deck Five if you'd like some rest.
Picard: I'm fine. I don't need any rest.
Beverly: Nell, please escort the Ambassador to his quarters
Picard: I can find my way around a starship! (addresses the group, and gets mad) You're all treating me like an invalid, but I assure you I've got a few years left. I don't need to be led around and I don't want to be patronized!
Beverly: You're right. I'm sorry...
Picard: (starts for the turbolift) I'll go have a rest.