Is this how your crew treats authority? When it’s known I mispronounce things? Are you really making foun of me?!
We slith among the mimsey toves, and gyre among the borogoves.
I’m pretty good at getting demoted.
In the last hour?
One crisis at a time.
We’re talking about universal Armageddon, you green-blooded, inhuman…
You want to acquire peace. Fine. How much are you willing to pay for it?
Second star to the right… and straight on 'til morning.
Out there. Thataway!
"Excuse me, sir. Can you direct me to the naval base in Alameda? It’s where they keep the nuclear wessels. "
Where?!
Explain yourself, captain.
I am not programmed to respond in that area.
Non sequitur. Your facts are uncoordinated.
You say you are lying, but if everything you say is a lie then you are telling the truth, but you cannot tell the truth because everything you say is a lie. You lie. You tell the truth. But you cannot for…Illogical! Illogical!
I grow… [airy hand wave] fatigued.
“Mr. Spock, remind me to tell you that I’m sick and tired of your logic.”
“That is a most illogical attitude.”
Logic! Logic! I’m sick to death of logic! Do you want to know how I feel about your logic?
MCCOY: Are you trying to kill me, Spock? Is that what you really want? Think. What are you feeling? Rage? Jealousy? Have you ever had those feelings before?
SPOCK: This is impossible. Impossible. I am a Vulcan.
We are Lursa and B’etor.
We are Hugh.