Oochy-woochy coochy-coo, Captain?
She was special to me, sir. We were . . . intimate.
Mr. Spock, relieve Commodore Decker of command immediately. That’s a direct order!
…you’re speaking with Empress Sato; prepare to receive instructions.
Thank you for the drinks.
You’ve been drinking too much of that artificial stuff; what do you call it, synthehol? It’s spoiled you, ruined your palate…
[/Jean-Luc Picard’s brother, talking down to him, like he always does]
Romulan whiskey is against regulations!
To absent friends.
The medical staff doesn’t arrive 'til Tuesday.
I use it to polish the flame gems.
An incredible fortune in stones, yet I would trade them all for a hand phaser — or a good solid club.
Get a crew to believe in miracles, they might just give you one.
Blasphemy! You’re lucky I don’t cast you out, or smite you, or something.
I’m a doctor, not a moon-shuttle conductor.
But what about me? I mean, I’m a patient in a bathing suit!
And the women wore less.
Inviting others to unclothe them. The very depth of perversion.
Those ears Spock! We’ve got to hide those ears!
One thing is clear: you’ll never look at your hairline again in the same way…
Now I understand why this was so difficult for you.