Would you care for a wee bit of scotch whiskey?
MAXWELL: What the hell has happened to this war?
O’BRIEN: Sir, there is no war. The war is over.
MAXWELL: You’re wrong. The Cardassians live to make war.
O’BRIEN: That’s what everybody thinks about the enemy. That’s probably what they think about us.
MAXWELL: We’re not the same at all. We do not start wars. We do not make surprise attacks on manned outposts. We do not butcher women and children in their homes. Children who never got the chance to grow up. You were with me on Setlick. You saw what they did.
Those who knew him, loved him, while those who did not know him, loved him from afar.
I’ve met some Cardassians I didn’t like. And I’ve met some I did. Like you.
I’ll have to get your brain out of your skull and freeze it so I can nanosuture your dendrites by hand.
Pity! You might have learned an interesting lesson, Macrohead - with a microbrain!
Q: It is an unknown, Captain. Isn’t that enough?
Captain Jean-Luc Picard: If you’d earned that uniform you’re wearing, you’d know that the unknown is what brings us out here.
Q: Wasted effort considering human intelligence.
DATA: According to these coordinates, we have travelled seven thousand light years, and are located near the system J two five.
RIKER: Travel time to the nearest starbase?
DATA: At maximum warp, in two years, seven months, three days, eighteen hours we would reach Starbase one eight five.
RIKER: Why?
Q: Why? Why, to give you a taste of your future, a preview of things to come. Con permiso, Capitan. The hall is rented, the orchestra engaged. It’s now time to see if you can dance.
So you were utilizing highly-invasive neuromedical procedures in order to make sure I liked you?
It seems impossible.
You gave your girlfriend a tracking device?
Don’t you think I know that?
Sokath! His eyes open!
Very bad poetry.
Yes, you can hate me.
You have always been more clever than observant.
[I object to you. I object to intellect without discipline. I object to power without constructive purpose.
Often Wrong’s got a broken heart. Can’t even tell his boys apart.
KIRK: So you’re the terrible thing, the murdering monster. The creature.
LAZARUS B: Yes, Captain. Or he is. It depends on your point of view, doesn’t it?
Well, fly her apart, then!