Inefficiency exists in the antimatter input valve. I will effect repair.
“Seven, please state the nature of the medical emergency.”
“I have a date.”
Less talk! More synthehol!
This goo is you!
Don’t call me Tiny.
Worf, we’re alone now. You don’t have to act like a Klingon glacier. I don’t bite. Well, that’s wrong. I do bite.
“You’re a woman, Seven.”
“Is that an observation or a diagnosis?”
Must be something you assimilated!
You may encounter Enterprise crewmembers who’ve already been assimilated. Don’t hesitate to fire. Believe me, you’ll be doing them a favour.
No wonder your race is weak. You waste time and resources on defective children.
I am a Vulcan. I am incapable of lying.
Don’t touch that! We don’t know what it does!
KIRK: Mister Spock, isn’t that too much for our purposes?
SPOCK: I believe that is the correct amount, Captain. Mister Mudd, are you ready?
MUDD: Aye, aye!
SPOCK: Be careful. I would not want you to drop it.
MCCOY: Easy now… Oh, he’s caught it!
My God, Bones, what have I done?
Leonard. Leonard, no. Leonard, please.
Lord, forgive me.
I hope you don’t intend to kiss your baby with that mouth.
“I… am alive.”
“No self-diagnoses, please. I’m the doctor here. Internal hemorrhaging has stopped. Your free collagen levels are dropping. Tissue growth factors have stabilized, and there’s a fifty percent rise in cell oxygenation. You… are alive. Careful, most of your insides are being held together by cellular micro-sutures and… a lot of hope.”
Your agonizer, please, Mr. Kyle.
The agony booth is a most effective means of discipline.
Walsh/Mudd: You’re a hard man, Captain.
Kirk: And you’re a liar, Mr. Walsh. I think we understand each other.