Can you make our ship go? We look for things to make us go.
He is smart.
Smells musty in here… like a bureaucrat’s office.
We claim salvage!
You’re roight, I schoood. 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.
And that’s when you hit the Klingons?
“I told him I’d have this report done for him in an hour.”
“How long would it really take?”
“…An hour.”
“Oh, you dinnae tell him how long it would really take, did you?”
“Well, of course I did!”
“Ach, laddie, you’ve got a lot to learn if you want to earn a reputation as a miracle worker!”
Aye, the haggis is in the fire for sure.
No talk. Sleep.
Don’t pass out. Nobody’s authorized to pass out!
What is our name? Who are we?
Darmok at Tanagra.
Are you kidding? I got to hold a heart!
You will remain un-eeled. For now.
No one can restore a brain!
“I thought you said you might like him if he mellowed a little.”
My mother’s mother’s mother.
I fail to understand why I should care to induce my mother to purchase falsified patents?
I like my species the way it is!
Harry Mudd: “Do you know what the penalty for fraud is on Deneb V?”
Spock: “The guilty party has his choice. Death by electrocution, death by gas, death by phaser, death by hanging…”
Harry Mudd: “The key word in your entire peroration, Mr. Spock, was ‘death’. Barbarians!”
Silence! This trial is over. You are guilty. On all counts, you are guilty. And according to your own laws, this court has no choice in fixing punishment. You will hang by the neck, Captain, until you are dead, dead, dead!