If you’re gonna get nasty, I’m gonna leave.
Ah, the giants.
The tone of Commander Riker’s voice makes me suspect that he is not serious about finding Ambassador T’Pel ‘charming.’ My experience suggests that, in fact, he may mean the exact opposite of what he says.
He sure sounds gloomy.
“Commander… this is extortion.”
“Hmm… yes, it is.”
Then how come you don’t know “Row, Row, Row Your Boat”?
Welcome!
Tranya?
Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…!
For the world is hollow… and I have touched the sky!
I’ve done far worse than kill you. I’ve hurt you… and I wish to go on… hurting you. I shall leave you as you left me, as you left her: Marooned for all eternity at the center of a dead planet. Buried alive! Buried alive!
So lonely…
Life is like loading twice your cargo weight on to your spacecraft. If it’s canaries and you can keep half of them flying all the time, you’re all right.
“I love you, and I wish… I wish we could have seen Vance’s dragons…”
“Oh, David, my love… there are no dragons.”
Hello, Alice. Welcome to “Wonderland”.
My hair does not require trimming, you lunkhead.
“And what were you then?” “Younger, Captain. Much younger.”
My timing is digital.
Well, you people certainly have interesting problems. I’d love to stay around to see how your girlfriend works out, but…
It is difficult to answer when one does not understand the question.
A question. Since before your sun burned hot in space and before your race was born, I have awaited a question.
Since the days of the first wooden sailing ships, all captains have enjoyed the happy privilege of joining together two people in the bonds of matrimony.