Only a Sith deals in absolutes!
There seems to be a lot of vitriol aimed at Voyager recently, I don’t think this is amongst the fair criticism.
All the treks used that kind of technobabble. Personally, within reason, I don’t have any problem with it; of course I wouldn’t understand everything being discussed on a starship. A bit of jargon is acceptable in just setting the scene. And one episode’s gobbledegook can often be the next’s important plot point.
TOS probably used jargon the least of the treks, but we see the result: a metaphor of “re-routing power” which severely hurts common sense and suspension of disbelief and has now lumbered all the treks.
I don’t disagree with your saying that they must have met once before, just that there’s no reason for us to think it was recently. Surely they can recognize each other from when Luke was a much younger kid.
And of course Owen is lying to keep Luke away from Ben. That’s not in dispute at all.
“They’ve compromised our cookie!”
(The line is bad enough as is out of context. In context, it’s even worse. Apparently Chris Carter has no idea what cookies are and how IP traces work. Granted, the whole scene is ridiculous, but this line is just perfect.)
“Compromised Cookie” would be an awesome name for a band or a racehorse.
Whoever wrote that had to know how stupid it was.
Not dramatic dialogue, but scripted nonetheless: The host of America’s Lost Treasures wondering aloud if the hammer and sickle on the inside of Lee Harvey Oswald’s wedding ring indicates he was part of a KGB plot to assassinate JFK.
Poppycock! It’s nothing more than a hallmark of sorts to indicate the ring was manufactured in the USSR. Millions of items were marked like that with what were sometimes called* znaky kachesva* (“marks of quality”).
sorry for jumping into the pool late, but back to original question- I’ve never been able to forget this one. Long ago and late at night, have no idea of the title; started with Viking ships and witchly prophesy, then went straight downhill to: castle room, los of fake stone. King(?) dressed sorta Viking, brooding on throne. Guards (dressed as Hollywood centurians)stand back as young man (dressed in late medieval armor) staggers in with sword in back. Nobody moves as he falls backwards, onto sword, onto steps, and goes thump, thump, thump, down. Then the king leaps forward crying, “Haggis, my son!”
Sorta lost it at that point.
A friend once told me, “You’re just one of those people who has to label everyone.”
Wow! Now I’m going to remember it too. I wonder what it was!