It’s so bubbly and cloying and happy.
You know, sometimes, I like it when the bad guy wins.
All that intelligence and he still doesn’t know what a Human looks like!
It would be illogical for a Vulcan to show anger! It is illogical! ILLOGICAL!
Is, um… that what this is about? You’re on your way and you’re calling to reserve a holosuite program?
What you’re asking for is another murder. Enough good people have already died. I won’t help kill another.
He loves you, very much.
I know. I’ve always known.
I believe we are witnessing my birth.
“Or would the son of Starfleet’s finest prefer an Earth drink? A mug of root beer, with a lump of ice cream?”
“Does it make a good mix with Scotch?” “It should.” “I’ll let you know.”
“What in blazes is this?!”
“Didn’t you order Scotch?”
“Laddie, I was drinking Scotch a hundred years before you were born. And I know that whatever this is, it is definitely not Scotch.”
Don’t give me that Klingon nonsense!
Picard: “Fine. You wish to be treated as human?”
Q: “Absolutely.”
Picard: “Very well. Mr. Worf… put him in the brig.”
Worf [fixing his tunic]: “Delighted, Captain!”
Q: “You can’t do this to me, Jean-Luc.”
Worf: “You will walk, or I will carry you.”
Q: “Given the option? I’ll walk.”
To become a thing is to know a thing. To assume its form is to begin to understand its existence.
“Please state the nature of the medical emergency.”
“Oh, that’s original.”
Up your shaft!
Sisko: “There will be a joint briefing session [with the Jem’Hadar] at nineteen hundred hours.”
O’Brien: “Followed by a get-to-know-you buffet at nineteen thirty.”
Jadzia: “And I forgot my dress uniform.”
Just what is our future,
The things we’ve done and said?
Let’s just push the button,
We’d be better off dead.
'Cuz I hate you!
And I berate you!
And I can’t wait to get to you!
It’s a dry well, Captain. Useless.
Apollo: “I am Apollo!”
Chekov: “And I am the czar of all the Russias!”