You want to watch the karo-net tournament, she wants to listen to music, so you compromise: you listen to music. You like Earth jazz, she prefers Klingon opera, so you compromise: you listen to Klingon opera.
You haven’t got the lobes.
I got your gun.
I’d advise youse to keep dialin’.
Shut up, Spock. We’re rescuing you!
You shoulda listened to me, kid: no woman’s worth dying for. Killing for; not dying for.
Let them die.
Mister Spock, letting yourself be hit on the head — and I presume you let yourself be hit on the head — is not exactly a method King Solomon would have approved.
It’s worked so far, but we’re not out yet.
We’re ready. Just remember, Enterprise: Captain Riker has never lost.
Here we go….
Congratulations.
“Odo, be a chair.” I’m a chair. “Odo, be a razorcat.” I’m a razorcat. Life of the party. I hate parties.
I’m a doctor, Mister Neelix, not a decorator.
Be a pawn. Be a toy. Be a good soldier that never questions orders.
I might be a little rusty.
A thousand throats may be cut in one night by a running man.
That’s what makes it a thing to be avoided! You’ve made it neat and painless: so neat and painless, you’ve had no reason to stop it. And you’ve had it for five hundred years.
You can’t deny he’s disrupted this station.
That’s very clever, but I didn’t say it. I said the body of James Kirk is being used by Dr. Janice Lester.