Includeling the kiddilies?
I hope you’re hungry. They’re serving spiny lobe fish today.
"But think about all the people you saw in the caves. Huddled and starving. They didn’t attack the Malinche!"
“You should have thought about that before you attacked a Federation starship.”
My hair does not require trimming, you lunkhead.
We’re not playing it your way anymore, N’Vek. I’ve been kidnapped… surgically altered… put in danger… I’ve gone along with all your plans. Now, you are going to listen to me. You figure out how to let the Enterprise track us, or I will go to Toreth and tell her I’ve discovered you’re a traitor. I’ll have you ejected into space! Is that CLEAR, Sub-Commander?!
Here, have my ganglia. You deserve a treat.
I owe him my life a dozen times over. Isn’t that worth a career? He’s my friend.
Listen, Kirk, I can play anything you can figure out. Take the cards, big man. Show us how it’s played.
“I am First Ometi’klan. And I am dead. As of this moment, we are all dead. We go into battle to reclaim our lives. This we do gladly, for we are Jem’Hadar. Remember, victory is life.”
“Victory is life!”
“I am Chief Miles Edward O’Brien. I am very much alive, and I intend to stay that way.”
No. I am not dead. Because I refuse to believe that the afterlife is run by you. The universe is not so badly designed!
Space!
The Final Frontier…
Because I don’t want to end up like my FATHER!
I never saw one before in my life, and I hope I never see one of those fuzzy miserable things again!
“Insufficient facts always invite danger.” -Spock
It is a complaint… from your Cardassian neighbors.
Data asks Worf to care for his cat, Spot.
Data: “He will need to be fed once a day. He prefers Feline Supplement #25. And he will require water. And you must provide him with a sandbox. And you must talk to him. Tell him he is a pretty cat. And a good cat.”
Worf (staring): “I will feed him.”
Beverly: “You really did it this time, Will. It’s not just a scrape, it’s a deep cut. I can heal it. But it would serve you right if I didn’t. You can’t keep playing Parises Squares like you’re 21 years old. One of these days you’re going to fall and break your neck, and I won’t be able to heal that so easily.”
Riker: “Actually, I wasn’t playing Parises Squares.”
Beverly: “Mmm… Worf’s calisthenics program again.”
Riker: “No.”
Beverly: “Oh, what were you doing?”
Riker: “I was trying to feed Spot.”
Beverly: “Data’s cat?”
Riker: “I told Data I’d feed it while he was away. All I remember is setting down the food… and then a hissing ball of fur came out of nowhere. I hate cats.”
Buried deep within you, beneath all the years of pain and anger, there is something that has never been nurtured: the potential to make yourself a better man. And that is what it is to be human. To make yourself more than you are. Oh, yes — I know you. There was a time you looked at the stars and dreamed of what might be.
“None of your past experiences prepared you for this consequence.”
“And I have never figured out how to live without her.”
“So you choose to exist here.”
nods
“It is not linear.”
“No… it’s not linear.”
"You see, gentlemen, behind every great man there is a woman urging him on. And so it was with my Stella. She urged me on into outer space. Not that she meant to, but with her continual, eternal, confounded nagging. Well, I think of her constantly, and every time I do, I go further out into space. "