But what you’re after is a royal fizzbin, but the odds in getting a royal fizzbin are astron… Spock, what are the odds in getting a royal fizzbin?
[Spock ] I have never computed them, Captain.
Well, they’re astronomical, believe me.
KIRK: Mister Spock, can we get those two guards? What would you say the odds on our getting out of here?
SPOCK: Difficult to be precise, Captain. I should say approximately 7,824.7 to 1.
KIRK: Difficult to be precise? 7,824 to 1?
SPOCK: 7,824.7 to 1.
KIRK: That’s a pretty close approximation.
SPOCK: I endeavour to be accurate.
In simpler language, Captain, sir, they drafted me.
Evil must be opposed!
Mister Kim, we’re Starfleet officers. Weird is part of the job.
Excuse me, sir. Have you seen a rather large white rabbit with a yellow waistcoat and white gloves here about?
You don’t have the lobes.
That green-blooded son of a bitch.
Just like the Federation!
Every once in a while, declare peace. It confuses the hell out of your enemies.
If I save your butt, your life belongs to me. Isn’t that some kind of Indian custom?
You bleed. You bleed, Kirok. Behold-a god who bleeds!
Of course you should come! The splendor of fighting and killing; a bloodbath in the cause of vengeance - who wouldn’t want to come?
Go ahead, but where’s the sport in a simple hanging?.. The terror of murder. The suspense. The fun.
“The first duty of every Starfleet officer is to the truth, whether it’s scientific truth or historical truth or personal truth! It is the guiding principle on which Starfleet is based! And if you can’t find it within yourself to stand up and tell the truth about what happened, you don’t deserve to wear that uniform. I’m going to make this simple for you, Mr. Crusher: either you come forward and tell Admiral Brand what really took place, or I will.”
“Captain…”
“Dismissed!”
That is how the Klingon lures a mate.
Are you telling me to go yell at Salia?
No. Men do not roar. Women roar…and they hurl heavy objects…and claw at you…
What does the man do?
He reads love poetry.
He ducks a lot.
Worf, we’re alone now. You don’t have to act like a Klingon glacier. I don’t bite. Well, that’s wrong. I do bite.
Heh heh heh. I never answer questions from plebes, Jimmy Boy.
KIRK: If it’s fighting that you want, you may have it.
TRELANE: Are you challenging me to a duel?
KIRK: If you have the courage.
TRELANE: Oh, this is better than I’d planned. I shall not shirk an affair of honour.
I’ll keep that in mind, Mr. Bailey, when this becomes a democracy.