“Let me help.” A hundred years or so from now, I believe, a famous novelist will write a classic using that theme; he’ll recommend those three words even over “I love you.”
Someone once said “Don’t try to be a great man. Just be a man, and let history make its own judgements.”
That’s rhetorical nonsense. Who said that?
You did, ten years from now.
I’m sure you are.
Don’t you understand? It’s not the sun up in the sky; it’s the Son of God!
Doctor, do I understand him correctly? Are you casting me in the role of Satan?
…you’re black on one side, and white on the other.
My father had me study languages to pit species against each other. Instead, I can bring them together.
You knew there was a dangerous creature on this planet, and you knew from the tale of Darmok that a danger shared might sometimes bring two people together. Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra. You and me, here, at El-Adrel.
I think that falls under the goes-without-saying category, sir.
Has it occurred to you that there is a certain… inefficiency in constantly questioning me on things you’ve already made up your mind about?
You mean I have to die to discuss your insights on death?
Data, even Freud said: sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
I’ve lived seven lifetimes, and I have never had a friend quite like you.
I would rather die as the man I was than live the life I just saw!
Reg, you don’t have Terellian Death Syndrome!
Don’t you think I know that!?
No! That’s not what you said! You said “I can’t.” You used a contraction, didn’t you?
Shall we end this charade?
…then I am Kodos, if it pleases you to believe so. I am an actor; I play many parts.
I grow… [airy wave of the hand] fatigued.