Her parents were…unconventional.
“I’m not gonna win this one, am I, chief?”
“No, sir.”
I am endeavoring, ma’am, to construct a mnemonic memory circuit using stone knives and bearskins.
Happy Birthday, Jim.
“I have never before met a Vulcan, sir.”
“Nor I a work of art, madam.”
You know how I get around violations of causality.
I know engineers. They love to change things!
Up your shaft!
Sir! You have no sense of fair play!
“We shall be victorious whatever the cost.”
I understand the concept of humor. It may not be apparent, but I am often amused by human behavior.
A Vulcan can no sooner be disloyal than he can exist without breathing.
In nine lives, I’ve been a little of everything.
… In the transporter room, you said something about us seeming like insects by comparison, squashing us if we got in your way.
I was drugged then.
Yes. In the Sickbay, you said if you were in my place, you’d kill a mutant like yourself. You weren’t drugged then.
“… When it killed Nancy, I almost destroyed it, but it isn’t just a beast. It is intelligent and the last of its kind.”
“You bleed too much, Crater. You’re too pure and noble. Are you saving the last of its kind or has this become Crater’s private heaven, here on this planet? This thing becomes wife, lover, best friend, wise man, fool, idol, slave. It isn’t a bad life to have everyone in the universe at your beck and call, and you win all the arguments.”
“We are considered simplistic, but in the process of evolving into a higher order.”
“Even Vulcans?”
“Yes. Even Vulcans.”
I think she might fear me.
[weakly] Mother!
Commander, I don’t think you can analyze love. It’s the greatest mystery of all. No one knows why it happens, or doesn’t. Love is a chance combination of elements.
He knows, Doctor. He knows.