Your pulse is two hundred and forty two, your blood pressure is practically nonexistent – assuming you call that green stuff in your veins blood.
…like some ants, on some somewhat-larger-than-usual anthill. But I am not an insect; I am master of the universe, and I must claim my domain.
You’re a hard man, Captain.
…i-it’s, it’s not over between us, uh, Lwaxana; uh, um, you’re mine, and, uh, I, I will not let you go…
I’m Slowing Down. I Used To Run The Hundred In Record Time.
Hey, man, I remember you back at the Academy: a stack of books with legs!
Done that already.
…it’s been four hundred years, but that little number still works for me.
No discussion needed.
Then who needs dinner? Why don’t I get it over with and kiss you right now?
Captain, incoming message from Star Fleet. It’s urgent.
…exploring the galaxy, just as we are; the only difference is that they never leave their home.
We are horse-and-buggy compared to these things. We’re barely holding together as it is, Captain.
This does open some intriguing prospects, Captain; since the formula worked, we can go back in time, to any planet, any era.
Make it so!
That’s crazy! Who would send a probe hundreds of light years to talk to a whale?
You sent for me.
…the thing is, even if I believed you, right, where you’re from, what I’ve done — which I don’t, by the way — you’re still talking about beaming aboard the Enterprise while she’s traveling faster than light…
Danger… Gomtuu… Do not allow!
Captain, this is the story of a group of compulsive gamblers caught up in a web of crime, corruption, and deceit; it is told by nefarious lothario Mickey D, who appears only at the climax to carry out the cold-blooded murder of the hotel bellboy.