You will hang by the neck, Captain, until you are dead, dead, dead!
Can there be any doubt that the Trelane character in TOS served as the inspiration for STTNG’s Q?
The guilty party has his choice: death by electrocution, death by gas, death by phaser, death by hanging…
The key word in your entire peroration, Mr. Spock, was, death.
Oh please, you’re Mr. Starfleet.
You’re bluffing.
Now the Captain. There’s a man with a poker face.
I don’t know.
Chekov, Pavel. Rank… admiral.
That’s better, Mister Chekov.
You didn’t come back. You were supposed… to come… back!
“Just give it some…thought.”
I am programmed in multiple techniques…a broad variety of pleasuring…
I’m a doctor, not a coal miner.
“Ugly… bags… of water…”
She found humanoid appearance revolting, but she thought she could get used to it.
This place saw battle.
Aw, man. A copy of me got transported out? Boo.
I’ve had just about enough of your nonsense. Now, you’re coming back to the Infirmary with me.
Don’t pander to me, kid. One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in thirteen seconds. Solar flare might crop up, cook us in our seats. And wait’ll you’re sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles, see if you’re still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding.
I’m a doctor, not a historian.
Don’t listen to her, she’s just a cat in a coat.