I don’t like bullies. I don’t like threats, and I don’t like you.
This report is a veritable fruit salad of insubordination.
A total of fifteen incurably insane out of billions is not what I would call an excessive figure.
Madness has no purpose. Or reason. But it may have a goal.
Sorry. Captain’s orders. She wants us to meet every week cooking up some healthy strategies to marinate you into the officer she knows you can be.
Data : Oh, yes! I hate this! It is revolting!
Data : Please!
We need to find an outlet for all that rage. Have you ever made paella?
When one has been angry for a very long time, one gets used to it. And it becomes comfortable, like…like old leather. And finally it becomes so familiar that one can’t ever remember feeling any other way.
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt your little quest. Captain Ahab has to go hunt his whale.
Don’t talk to me, I’m pissed off!
Your thoughts are your own.
Whoa! Amazing! We had that exact same conversation an hour ago.
I am experiencing nIb’poH, the feeling I have done this before.
If this was actually happening, they’d send the Enterprise. But, you know. Artistic license.
It was a mild shock. He will recover.
Spot is sleeping.
The curtain, the curtain rises. It rises. There’s no time to sleep. The play. The play. The play’s the thing, wherein we’ll catch the conscience of the king.
[If they had used Lady MacBeth’s Out Damned Cat line, I’d have used that instead]
Mmm, time to take this puppy off its leash. Warp me!
She is many things, none of them innocent.