When your logic doesn’t work, you raise your voice? You’ve been on Earth too long.
Oh, I just got a new scythe!
What must I do to convince you people?
Die.
I’m ready.
Perhaps the unfortunate accident I had as a child…?
I think he took a little too much L.D.S…
I am Spock, a dealer in kevas and trillium.
Blood thins. The body fails. One is finally grateful for a failing memory. I no longer treasure life, not even my own. I am tired! And the past is a blank.
[when I first watched this years ago I was certain he was about to say “I am Kodos!”, and said line was likely meant to evoke that expectation in the viewer]
Are you sure it isn’t time for a colorful metaphor?
Curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want.
The fact that my internal arrangement differs from yours, Doctor, pleases me no end.
Rebooting.
My invitation must have gotten lost in subspace.
It appears to be a multi-phasic temporal convergence in the space-time continuum.
In English, Data.
You never told me if you had another name, Mr Spock?
You couldn’t pronounce it.
Sir, there is a multi-legged creature crawling on your shoulder.
Listen.
But he was alone. Can you imagine the mind emptied by that thing? Without even a tormentor for company.
Mr. Kim… at ease, before you sprain something.
This gives me the right.