She’s human. Down to the last blood cell, she’s human. Down to the last thought, hope, aspiration, emotion, she’s human. The human spirit is free.
Keeping morale high.
“What is Lieutenant Yar’s condition?”
“…”
“Doctor Crusher! REPORT!”
"She’s dead!"
He’s dead, Jim.
Ever hear of Gary Mitchell? It got real weird, real fast.
Stiff man putting my mind in jail. And the judge bang the gavel and say no bail. Gonna lick his hand and wag my tail!
Engage
“I’m Hikaru Sulu.”
“And you are a pilot, right?”
“Very much so. I’m not quite sure what’s…”
“Is the… parking brake on?”
Carol’s gonna Carol.
Let’s get one thing straight, little man. I am not for sale. And if, by some chance, I were to become available, I would rather eat Orion wing slugs than deal with a toad-faced troll like you! So go away and find yourself somebody else to become your property!
You’re outta the game!
“To use a 20th-century term, she’s in a ‘penalty box’, where she will remain until one of you merits a penalty. Unfortunately, there’s only one penalty box. If any of you should be sent there, dear Tasha must give the box up to you.”
“And where does she go?”
“Into nothingness. I entreat you to carefully obey the rules of the game. The only one who can destroy your Tasha now is you.”
KIRK: Yes, but what you’re after is a royal fizzbin, but the odds in getting a royal fizzbin are astron… Spock, what are the odds in getting a royal fizzbin?
SPOCK: I have never computed them, Captain.
Visitors!
She’s so happy. It’s very sweet. But I am losing my mind. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.
Vanilla! Chocolate! Cherry! Banana!
There are…four…lights!
Gillian: What was all that talk he said back there at the Institute about extinction?
Spock: I said–
Kirk: He said-- if things keep going the way they are, the whales will be gone forever.
Gillian: That’s not what he said, farm boy. “Admiral, if we assume these whales are ours to do with as we please, we would be as guilty as those who caused–” past tense– “their extinction.” I have a photographic memory. I see words.
Spock: Would now be a good time for a colorful metaphor?
That green-blooded son of a bitch.
All the humans are stuck in the past. Stuck…