Seasoned? That’s a horrible thing to say to a man.
“We could attempt to find some humpback whales.”
“You just said there aren’t any, except on Earth of the past.”
“Yes, Doctor. That is precisely what I said.”
The child you spoke of, the female. Her favorite color was red.
What do you want, Will Riker?
The last time I saw her, she was wearing…
…She was wearing… red.
“What are you really up to, Javert? Do you expect me to believe that a decorated Starfleet officer, the pride of the service, is going to poison an entire planet?”
“That’s exactly what I intend to do.”
“You’re bluffing.”
“Am I? Commander, launch torpedoes.”
“…”
“COMMANDER! I said LAUNCH TORPEDOES!”
“Aye, sir.”
“You’re risking half a million lives, including your own, on your sense of smell.”
“Mine? No. I’m broadcasting from a deep enough shelter that I’ll be safe. As for the rest, well, I’m certain you’re bluffing. I’ll stake their lives on my instincts any day.”
“If you care about your people, reconsider.”
“No.”
May the Great Bird of the Galaxy roost on your planet.
[first line]
Check the circuit!
“Captain, sensors show nothing out there. Absolutely nothing.”
“Sure is an big, ugly nothing.”
Arm the photonic cannon!
Aft torpedoes, FIRE!
Whoever he is, he sure talks gloomy!
As for what you want…it has been noted and logged.
Worf: “Romulan ale should be illegal.”
Geordi: “It is illegal.”
Worf: (pause) “It should be more illegal!”
You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi. Or Worf!
[vigorously smashes lute] Sorry.
“Sorry? That’s what you wanted to tell me? You’re sorry?”
“Yes.”
“Well, let me tell you something, Odo. We are way, WAY past sorry.”
Shut up, Stella! I *order *you to shut up!
Shutting up, sir. All part of the service.