Oh, I say. Well done, chap.
You think you can catch Kodos the Executioner? You think a guy like that comes this close to getting caught, and sticks his head out? If he comes up for anything it’ll be to get rid of me. After that… my guess is you’ll never hear from him again.
Captain Picard: Wesley, do you like movies about gladiators?
McCoy: Janice (Yoeman Rand), you’re a member of this crew. Can you face some unpleasant facts?
Yoeman Rand: No.
Scotty: Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit drinking.
Scotty: Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit smoking.
Scotty: Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.
Scotty: Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit amphetamines.
All your starship are belong to us.
I’m going to present him with a treaty he can’t refuse.
Open the shuttlebay doors, Ensign Hal.
I ain’t afraid of no Klingons.
Your father was a targ and your mother smelled of Saurian brandy.
It’s a long way to Remus.
I’m Data, and this is my brother Lore, and this my other brother Lore… I mean, B4.
Breen don’t surf!
“I don’t need the Klingon, John, I can beat you”
“Bennet, stop screwing around and beam me up”
I don’t need know Phaser…I DON’T NEED THE PHASER…I’m gonna kill you now"
(Cue Star Trek fight music)
The first rule of Klingon forehead club is: you do not talk about Klingon forehead club.
The second rule of Klingon forehead club is: you do not talk about Klingon forehead club.
Was it over when the Borg assimilated Pearl Harbor?
He’s on a roll…
Hm! An intelligent redshirt! Didn’t see that one coming!
No one ever went broke underestimating the taste of the Klingon public.
I’m not just a member of the Kligon Forehead Club. I’m also the President.
Survival kit contents check. In them you’ll find: one hand phaser; two power packs; four days’ concentrated emergency rations; one drug issue containing antibiotics, morphine, vitamin pills, pep pills, sleeping pills, tranquilizer pills; one miniature combination Romulan phrase book and Bible; one hundred Federation credits; one hundred credits worth of gold-pressed latinum; nine packs of chewing gum; one issue of prophylactics; three lipsticks; three pair of nylon stockings. Shoot, a fella’ could have a pretty good weekend on Rigel 7 with all that stuff.
A ship’s log entry in the forward bow,
A jug of Romulan ale, replicated bread, and thou
Beside me singing in the Neutral Zone:
Oh, Neutral Zone were paradise enow!
99 bottles of Romulan Ale on the wall
99 bottles of Romulan Ale
Take one down
Pass it around
And then replicate some more Romulan Ale to replace what you took, you bastards!
I see the inhabitants of Stovokor.
I’m king of the Alpha Quadrant!
Show me the Gold Pressed Latinum! Show me the Gold Pressed Latinum!
“I see vaporized people. They don’t know they’re vaporized…”
“See what happens, Larry? This is what happens, Larry! This is what happens when you fuck a Klingon in the ass!”
“Is this a mekleth I see before me, it’s handle towards my hand…?”
You know what happens when a Spock is struck by lightning? Nothing at all.
In the Klingon Empire they had war for thousands of years and that produced Klingon Opera, the Bat’leth and Shakespeare. On Vulcan they had Surak, they had logic and peace, and what did that produce? Plomeek soup.
Will Riker to Tom Riker;
'Are you looking at me? Are you, looking at me?
How bout: “I’m gonna git those shuttlecraft hanger doors open even if it hare-lips everbody on Bear Creek!”
He’s Sweeny Bones, Demon Doctor of Star Fleet.