I only use it for medicinal purposes… now, don’t be a prig.
It takes this stuff a while to ferment.
You Klingon bastard, you’ve killed my son. Oh! You Klingon bastard, you’ve killed my son! You Klingon bastard!
“Lieutenant. The admiral is well aware of the regulations.”
“…Aye, sir.”
It is very cold… in space.
There’s coffee in that nebula.
Wesley: He expects the impossible!
Geordi: That’s the short definition of “Captain.”
In the meantime, I will do the job I’ve been ordered to do to the best of my ability, sir.
Send him down naked if you have to!
Fortunately, of course, I am immune to its effect.
Another glorious chapter of Klingon history. Tell me, do they still sing songs about the Great Tribble Hunt?
“Your blood pressure is practically nonexistent, assuming you call that green stuff in your veins blood.”
“The readings are perfectly normal for me, Doctor, thank you. And as for my anatomy being different from yours – I am delighted.”
“Spock, you wanna know something? Everybody’s human.”
“I find that remark… insulting.”
The Yankees…in six games.
I love Italian. And so do you.
“He was doing something called ‘sliding into second.’”
“Sliding into second… that sounds like baseball!”
“You know about baseball?!”
“Captain Picard Day?”
“Oh uh … Yes it’s a … it’s … it’s for the children. I’m a … (nervous chuckle) I’m a role model.”
“I’m sure you are. Starfleet out.”
Interesting. Your Earth people glorify organized violence for forty centuries, but you imprison those who employ it privately.
“You are throwing it… all away… all of you!”
“You’re being a fool!”
“Well then, don’t ask my opinion next time!”
Where there is no emotion, there is no motive for violence.