“MAJOR, SHUT THAT THING OFF! COMMANDER, PREPARE TO LAUNCH TORPEDOES!”
“Wait!”
“…”
“If… you’ll call off your attack… I’ll turn over all our biogenic weapons.”
“NOT ENOUGH!”
“…All right, Javert. I’ll give you what you want. Me.”
I was totally out of bounds.
I need a dangerous, half-baked solution that breaks Starfleet codes and totally pisses me off. That’s an order.
A butterfly that lives forever is really not a butterfly at all.
Jim
Yes, Spock?
Life… is not a dream
Go to sleep, Spock
(Hehe! I came here specifically to post the next quote.)
Good night, Bones.
Good night, Jim.
Good night, Spock.
Good night… Doctor.
Good night, Spock.
Good night, Jim.
So you work out by staging Cardassian prison breaks?
“Mr. Tuvok, what are your children like?”
“Well behaved.”
“It was the eve of the Cardassian withdrawal. Elim and I were interrogating five Bajorans. They were children, Doctor! None of them were older than fourteen years old. They knew nothing. They lived in bombed-out rooms, scrounged for food on the streets. They were filthy and they stank! The room was freezing cold, the air was like ice, and suddenly the whole exercise seemed utterly meaningless. All I wanted was a hot bath and a good meal! [laughs maniacally] So I let them go. I gave them whatever latinum I had in my pockets, and opened the door, and flung them back into the street. Elim couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked at me as if I were insane.”
“Let me tell you about humans, nephew.”
“Rudeness will get you nowhere. I don’t need another waiter.”
Quark: I want you to try something for me. Take a sip of this.
Garak: What is it?
Quark: A human drink; it’s called root beer.
Garak: I dunno…
Quark: Come on. Aren’t you just a little bit curious
Garak takes a sip, wincing as he tastes it.
Quark: What do you think?
Garak: It’s vile!
Quark: I know. It’s so bubbly, cloying…and happy.
Garak: Just like the Federation.
Quark: And you know what’s really frightening? If you drink enough of it, you begin to like it.
Garak: It’s insidious.
Quark: Just like the Federation.
^ One of my all-time favorite ST scenes.
Ever hear of Gary Mitchell? It got real weird, real fast.
“She’s gone.”
“Gone?”
“There was too much synaptic damage. That thing just sucked the life right out of her. There’s nothing I can do.”
You were trying to eat the ship, sir. I had to apply concentrated force to your Neutral Zone.
I can step aside as quickly as the next man.
“Doctor, has anyone ever told you that you are an infuriating pest?”
“Chief O’Brien, all the time, and I never pay any attention to him, either.”
Where you offer kindness, I offer mystery. Where you offer sympathy, I offer intrigue. Just give me a seat next to Odo’s bed and I promise you I’ll conjure up enough innuendos, half-truths and bald-faced lies about my so-called career in the Obsidian Order to keep the Constable distracted for days.
And please, tell Captain Sisko that I’ll be happy to decipher any further Cardassian laundry lists that come across his desk.
Our first visit from the stars is always the province of children’s stories and science fiction. Until one day, it isn’t.