We may need a gong.
Well, that’s Starfleet. Good at observing and bad at maintaining.
This is coming dangerously close to hijinks.
Let’s get the hell out of here.
I joined Starfleet to piss off my dad, not to be a virus bomb.
Hold your horses!
Your Honor, Starfleet was founded to seek out new life; well, THERE IT SITS!
“Star Fleet doesn’t call me a Boy Scout.”
“It’s literally in your file, Chris.”
Perhaps we could refrain from any unnecessary head-chopping.
Let me help.
We trust each other.
KIRA: “We didn’t care what we did, as long as it annoyed the grown-ups.”
JADZIA: “I was a champion window-breaker. On a dark night with a few rocks, I was deadly.”
KIRA: “Um, which ‘you’ are you talking about?”
That’s the short definition of “Captain.”
Abracadabra. I like it.
What do you know? I finally got the last word!
You did plan it that way?
Accept from us this symbol of pure logic.
Is there a problem, gentlemen?
Finnegan!
I’ll take you home again, Kathleen!