Data: “This contradicts everything we know about Holodeck physics.”
Prof. Moriarty: “Then perhaps you don’t know as much as you thought.”
Pray for me.
I was created as a plaything so that your Commander Data could masquerade as Sherlock Holmes. But they made me too well, and I became more than a character in a story. I became self-aware. I am alive.
From Hell’s heart, I stab at thee!
My hour is almost come, when I to sulphurous and tormenting fires must render up myself.
Policemen. I’d recognize them in any century!
You are NOT of The Body!
The program fashioned her for me to love. But I must admit I would have done so anyway. She is remarkable. My life has not been the same since I met her. I don’t simply love her, Captain, I adore her!
You cannot love an android, Captain. I love her. She is my handiwork, my property. She is what I desire.
Nobody’s perfect.
Don’t you give me that sarcastic Vulcan salute!
On Vulcan, the method is called tal-shaya. It was considered a merciful form of execution in ancient times.
Yeah, no, we’re not really elite. We’re more like the cool, scrappy underdogs of the ship. You know, we don’t wash our hands, we’re doing kick flips all the time…
Double lattice!
Eat any good books lately?
Nothing like a cold beer after a smooth second contact.
I couldn’t call a place home unless it came with a pair of warp nacelles.
Ya canna change the laws of physics! I’ve got to have thirty minutes!
Tell me how your planet looks on a lazy evening when the moon is full.
Fix it! Fix it! Fix it!