In the presence of the Kzinti, do not say anything. Do not do anything startling. Try to look harmless.
“We mean you no harm. Do you understand me?”
“Understand you?! You’re nothing to him! He’s just a scout, first of many. He’s here to analyze your technology. He might try to gain control of the ship. I wouldn’t let him.”
[Oops.]
“Not possible. You were never alone.”
“Would you like something easier?”
“‘Easier?’”
“Yes. If Klingon food is too strong for you, perhaps we could get one of the females to… breast-feed you.”
QUARK: She spent about an hour talking about her family history. A rather long and bloody tale, but what else is new? Then we ate the lingta, which tasted really bad, listened to some noise which she called Klingon music, and I left.
WORF: A perfect evening.
Sisko: “You have sharp eyes.”
Eddington: “Not really. I just waited to see which one of you was knocked down first, and then I shot the one still standing.”
What’s a knockout like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this?
Everything Harry tells you is a lie. Remember that! Everything Harry tells you is a lie.
Captain…I shall consider it.
Resistance is futile. You will disarm all your weapons, and escort us to Sector 001. If you attempt to intervene… we will destroy you.
Incorrect stragegy. Risking your ship and it’s crew for one man. Picard would never have approved.
So that’s when you hit the Klingons?
Data, there are times that I envy you.
Well, there’s definitely room for improvement, but believe me, Data, [humans] are a minor species in the grand scheme, not worth your envy.
Au fond c’est vrai, nous sommes tous Parisiens.
(Deep down, it is true: we are all Parisians)
You choose your enemies, you choose your friends; but family? That’s in the stars.
You have to be either an obsessive crackpot who’s escaped from his keeper, or Samuel T. Cogley, Attorney at Law.
Insufficient facts always invite danger.
Picard: “The first duty of every Starfleet officer is to the truth, whether it’s scientific truth or historical truth or personal truth! It is the guiding principle on which Starfleet is based. And if you can’t find it within yourself to stand up and tell the truth about what happened, you don’t deserve to wear that uniform! I’m going to make this simple for you, Mr. Crusher: either you come forward and tell Admiral Brand what really took place, or I will.”
Cadet Crusher: “Captain…”
Picard: “Dismissed!”