“I come in peace!”
Old cop: I’m retiring next month, maybe sooner if we can get this one last case wrapped up.
“Them’s real peaceful Indians. We ain’t had no trouble outta them for more’n fifty years now!”
“I’m sick of this life - one last heist, and I’m out!”
“Yeah, the wife and I are gonna open this nice little restaurant, back home. I’ll cook, and she’ll wait tables. And we’re finally gonna start a family…”
“Uh, guys? What does `HASTUR’ mean?”
“I love you, Hoss!”
“I love you, Adam!”
“I love you, Little Joe!”
He (/she/they) wouldn’t dare!
“My life insurance policy expired this morning. Never mind, I’ll mail the check when I get back”.
“Has anybody checked the coolant pump in Reactor 3 this week?”
“Evacuate? At our moment of triumph? I think you overestimate their chances.”
“Step on it driver or we’ll never catch that plane!”
“Ignore it. It always does that.”
That warning light has been malfunctioning, put some tape over it.
"I’m Rory Williams. The red-head is my wife.’
“Oh, come on, let’s stop. He looks perfectly nice for a hitchhiker.”
How do I look in this red Starfleet uniform?
“You haven’t told anybody else about this, have you?”
Mommy and Daddy have no idea where I am.
The war’s over! Let’s get out of this stinkin’ trench.
Any species intelligent enough to construct a spacecraft and travel billions of miles to another planet HAS to be friendly.