Can you judge distances that accurately?
Can you judge distances that accurately?
“I’m afraid.”
“I knoooooooooow.”
It is clearly a bunny rabbit.
I want a squadron.
“Hmmm…a Hologram that programs himself. What would I do with that ability? Create a family? Raise an army?”
[vigorously smashes lute] Sorry.
I’m not going to abandon the things that made me what I am because of a future…that contains an ending I hadn’t foreseen for myself.
“There is a certain scientific logic about it.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“I do not approve; I understand.”
“You too, Doc. Time to be a hero.”
Of course I could treat them to a few dozen photon torpedoes.
The best way to know yourself is to know others.
“I also have broad latitude when it comes to sentencing. So I sentence them to photon torpedo barrage.”
“There is no such sentence in Federation law.”
“True, but that’s the ‘broad latitude’ part.”
We’re making history with every light year.
Mr. Scott, as senior lieutenant, I’m taking responsibility for the safety of this ship.
Take it. It’s not a cheat. It’s a miracle for some man who can appreciate it and who needs it.
Fun will now commence.
Oh, the sound of the male ego! You travel halfway across the galaxy, and it’s still the same song.
I think we can guarantee he will follow us, Lieutenant. Remind me to discuss with you the concept of the human ego.
We all come from somewhere.