What the hell is that tapping?
Tackling an emotional problem with scientific experimentation is exactly what I would’ve done.
Decompress main shuttle bay. The explosive reaction may kick us out of the way.
He’s a sorcerer, that one. He reads the thoughts in my brain.
Is it wrong that I think that’s pretty damn cool?
I think we understand each other.
Phasers on stun!
Doctor, one does not go into Starfleet Headquarters armed!
In simpler language, Captain, they drafted me!
It’s another beautiful day in the Delta Quadrant.
He expects the impossible!
Mr. Scott, have you always multiplied your repair estimates by a factor of four?
Certainly, Sir. How else can I keep my reputation as a miracle worker?
Please Madame! That is a torpedo launch initiator and it is Worf madame, not Woof.
That’s the short definition of “captain.”
“If you’re gonna do something, do it right; that’s what my father used to say.”
“Every father says that. Even I say that.”
Emotional, isn’t she?
She has always been that way.
Indeed? Why did you marry her?
At the time, it seemed the logical thing to do.
Chaotic space intersects ours at the eighteenth dimensional gradient. Voyager entered through a trimetric fracture.
I just think we should be plain about that. We’re talking about annihilating an entire race.
Can I help?
“There is a certain scientific logic about it.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“I do not approve; I understand.”