Cmdr. Riker, I hereby promote you to the field commission of captain. The Enterprise is your ship now. Congratulations. I wish the circumstances were different.
Any questions?
Is the… parking brake on?
Invent one.
Everybody remember where we parked.
The carbon unit infestation is to be removed from the Creator’s planet.
There are many reasons to join Starfleet.
“I prefer Klingon beliefs.”
“I suppose your gods aren’t quite so mysterious.”
“Our gods are dead. Ancient Klingon warriors destroyed them long ago. They were more trouble than they were worth.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever understand Klingons.”
“Don’t worry, major. No one does. That’s how they like it.”
Let’s go build a mousetrap.
You Klingon bastard, you killed my son. OH! You Klingon bastard, you’ve KILLED MY SON! You Klingon BASTARD!
On screen.
She needs treatment. I’d like my medical kit. If you don’t mind. For God’s sake!
The universe has its own way of keeping time.
Four thousand throats may be cut in one night by a running man.
“Seek the Prophets!”
“Seek them yourself.”
That is our purpose.
The goop in this bowl is vile.
Someone has to pay for what’s happened here, and I don’t want that someone to be me!
“I did not know this individual. Had I encountered him while I was Borg I would have found his technology unworthy of assimilation. But we are more alike than one might think. In a sense, his desire to explore was not unlike a quest for perfection. His contributions helped secure Humanity’s future, and in some ways, my own.”
Places hand on the casket.
"The Yankees…in six games."
Why would a Starfleet admiral ask a three-hundred-year-old frozen man for help?