Talosian: You have an illusion, and I have reality. May your way be as pleasant.
Vulcan: Sorry. Pon farr was last week.
Klingon: Sorry, but if you’re interested in me, it takes all the challenge out of it.
Naussican: You talk and you talk, and you have no garumba!
1930 Kirk: Sure, how about I meet you across the street from the 21st Street Mission at, oh, say 6:36 and 41 seconds?
Andorian: “You screw up my reception.”
Wormhole aliens:
We have no use for linear encounters with corporeal beings. So sod off!
Tribble: Not tonight. I’m preggers.
Trill: well, I would, but my symbiot thinks you look like a mule’s butt!
Tellarite: starts an argument
(Well actually, starting an argument is pretty much a Tellarite’s standard response to any situation.)
Picard: Stands up, pulls down front of uniform, walks off
or, after hearing the doorbell to his quarters,
“Go!”
Android: “I am not programmed to respond in that area”
Data: "I regret to inform you Lieutenant that I am ending our romantic relationship because you turn me off. Literally " <slumps over as she pokes his side>
Kirk:
“Your chances with me? * NOOOOOOOOOOOOONE*!”
ONE to beam up.
…AND the thread is won.
:dubious:
Fascinating.
Vulcan:
Die soon and poor.
Spock: There are always possibilities. Except now.
Tamarian: Like Zebra, at his high school prom.
Picard - Make it no.
McCoy: Damnit I am a doctor not blind. (someone had to say it).
Riker: You know when I say no; I am actually not bluffing
Troi: I sense rejection; Oh sorry thats just me
Wesley:_______________________________________________________ (Please fill).