Let’s get the hell out of here.
The women!
You think I don’t know that?
“What’s the matter, can’t you read?”
“Why, yes. In several languages.”
“Oh, a wise guy, eh?”
I’m deeply concerned about what is happening here. It began when we apprehended a spy, a man who has admitted his guilt and who will answer for his crime, but the hunt didn’t end there. Another man, Mr. Simon Tarses, was brought to trial, and it was a trial no matter what others may choose to call it. A trial based on suspicion and innuendo. Nothing substantive offered against Mr. Tarses, much less proven. Mr. Tarses’s grandfather is Romulan… and for that reason, his career now stands in ruins. Have we become so… fearful, have we become so cowardly, that we must extinguish a man because he carries the blood of a current enemy? Admiral, let us not condemn Simon Tarses, or anyone else, because of their bloodlines, or investigate others for their innocent associations. I implore you, do not continue with this proceeding. End it now.
Sixteen years old and dating a Dabo girl. Godspeed, Jake.
I will feed him.
If I were not a consummate professional, and an android, I would find this entire procedure insulting.
“You don’t like me, do you, Mr. Worf?”
“Is it required, sir?”
Stella, shut up! I *command *you to shut up!
F-five hundred?!?!
“Indeed, gentlemen. May I point out that I had an opportunity to observe your counterparts here quite closely. They were brutal, savage, unprincipled, uncivilized, treacherous - in every way splendid examples of homo sapiens, the very flower of humanity.”
My hair does not require trimming, you lunkhead.
“You deserve a treat. Here. Have my ganglia.”
“YOU BETRAYED YOUR UNIFORM!”
“And you’re betraying yours, right now! The worst part is, you don’t even realize it. I feel sorry for you, Captain. This obsession with me… look what it’s cost you!”
“MAJOR, SHUT THAT THING OFF! COMMANDER, PREPARE TO LAUNCH TORPEDOES!”
“WAIT! If… if you’ll call off your attack… I’ll hand over all our biogenic weapons.”
“Not enough!”
“All right, Javert. I’ll give you what you want… Me.”
I wouldn’t mind so much if it didn’t get so affectionate.
It’s a faaaaaaaaaaake!
Rule of Acquisition #286: When Morn leaves, it’s all over.
Perhaps another time.
Damn it, Jim!