[sneering] “You haven’t got the lobes.”
“Then I suppose a night of passionate romance is out of the question?”
“That’s-- that’s right.”
“Just thought I’d ask!”
You aren’t very persistent, Mr. Sulu. The game has rules. You’re ignoring them. I protest, and you come back. You didn’t… come… back.
Mr. Worf, I hereby promote you to the rank of lieutenant commander, with all the rights and responsibilities thereto. And may God have mercy on your soul.
“Oh Brien… I am Tosk. I cannot stay here behind the safety of your Federation. It goes against everything I believe.”
“You’d rather go back and live your life on public display?”
“To stay would be an even greater dishonor. I am Tosk, the Hunted. I live to outwit the Hunters for another day. To survive, until I die with honor. But that will not be my fate… but I will not deny my existence as Tosk. Thank you, Oh Brien… but I cannot request asylum.”
“You bet on me?”
“A sure thing.”
OFF
That was a great moment from “Skin of Evil”. If Tasha had gotten more of those moments, maybe Denise Crosby would have stayed.
ON
“How about letting me cook dinner for you tonight? My father was a gourmet chef. I will make for you, his famous aubergine stew.”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re supposed to say, ‘Yes!’”
“I’ll probably be sorry.”
“Oh, laddie. You’ve got a lot to learn if you want people to think of you as a miracle worker.”
“What are you doing? You don’t cook.”
“I know. I was just making sure.”
“My peppers?”
“I know how you like roasted peppers in your casserole.”
“It took me three months to grow them. No one touches my peppers.”
Romulan Captive: “My people have a saying: ‘Never turn your back on a Breen.’”
For Cardassia!
Vulcans never bluff.
Evil must be opposed!
I’m from Iowa. I work in outer space.
So would an ermine violin, Doctor, but I see no practical point in having one.
SCOTT: Full dress? Presidential honours? What is this nonsense, Mister Dickerson?
DICKERSON: I understand President Lincoln’s coming aboard, sir.
SCOTT: Ha! You’re daft, man.
DICKERSON: All I know is what the captain tells me, and he says he’ll have the hide of the first man that so much as smiles.
SCOTT: I’d have expected sanity from the ship’s surgeon, at least. President Lincoln, indeed. No doubt to be followed by Louis of France and Robert the Bruce.
KIRK: If so, we’ll execute appropriate honours to each, Mister Scott.
SCOTT: Aye, sir.
I’m a doctor, not a moon-shuttle conductor.
“It is naval tradition.”
“So is keelhauling.”
Zak Kebron was standing nearby, his massive, three-fingered hands on his hips, watching the questioning. “Shall I break him in half, sir?” he asked. There was no eagerness in his voice, nor trepidation. It was merely a matter-of-fact query.
Calhoun gave it a moment’s thought. “Go ahead, Lieutenant. If nothing else, it’ll cure him of his annoying standing.”
General Chang: “Dr. McCoy, would you mind telling me, what is your current medical status?”
Dr. McCoy: “Aside from a touch of arthritis, I’d say pretty good!”
One Klingon out of 200 in the audience: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”