Not true; he does know.
Picturesque descriptions will not mend broken circuits, Mr. Scott.
Dr. Korby was never here.
In this galaxy, there’s a mathematical probability of three million Earth-type planets. And in all of the universe, three million million galaxies like this. And in all of that… and perhaps more, only one of each of us. Don’t destroy the one named Kirk.
Welcome to the Tower of Babel, Mr. Saru.
If I wanted a Russian history lesson I would have brought Mr. Chekov!
“Jim, there is an historic opportunity here.”
“Don’t believe them. Don’t trust them.”
“They are dying.”
“Let them die!”
It doesn’t work!
It never makes any sense. We both have to know that there was a reason. 
I never shook her hand and I never saw her face, but she made me laugh and she made me weep. She was all by herself and I was surrounded by my friends, yet I felt more alone than she did. We’ve grown apart, the lot of us. We didn’t mean for it to happen but it did. The war changed us, pulled us apart. Lisa Cusak was my friend. But you are also my friends, and I want my friends in my life because someday we’re going to wake up and we’re going to find that someone is missing from this circle, and on that day we’re going to mourn, and we shouldn’t have to mourn alone. To Lisa and the sweet sound of her voice.
:mad: “You still will not survive our assault!”
“And you will not survive ours. Shall we die together?”
So far I hate this plan.
You gave your girlfriend… a tracking device?
Make way!
On Death’s door and he’s quoting Shakespeare.
He’s dead, Jim!
Working…
Yes, of course. That is exactly why I hate you.
Because you are identical.
Sir, you have a multi-legged creature crawling on your shoulder.
This… unit… must… die.