Out! We need no urging to hate humans. But for the present, only a fool fights in a burning house. Out!
I didn’t mean to say that the Enterprise should be hauling garbage. I meant to say that it should be hauled away as garbage!
Inefficiency exists in the antimatter input valve. I will effect repair.
This unit must die.
ug.ly bags of most.ly wat.er
Spock: Check the circuit!
Tyler: All operating, sir.
Spock: It can’t be the screen, then.
I don’t need any more Antarean glow-water. I use it to polish the Spican flame gems.
Harcourt Fenton Mudd!
Sir, there is a multi-legged creature crawling on your shoulder.
The creature. It kills. It needs salt to live.
Mr. Kim… at ease, before you sprain something.
See your path. Stay on it. Reach your destination. Cadet to Captain. Just like that.
Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra.
The women!
My invitation must have gotten lost in subspace.
Ah, Microbrain. Growl, and let me know you still care.
Cellular peptide cake…with mint frosting.
In my universe, the artificial intelligence took orders from me, not the other way around.
Well, are you coming, Jim? Or do you want to go through life looking like your First Officer?
Does she know what she’s getting, Spock? A carcass full of memory banks who should be squatting in a mushroom, instead of passing himself off as a man? You belong in a circus, Spock, not a starship. Right next to the dog-faced boy.