Captain’s Log, Stardate… I don’t know.
If you’re going to work Vegas in the ’60s, you’d better know the score; otherwise, you’re going to look like a Clyde.
Baby needs a new pair of shoes.
So, five-card stud, nothing wild. And the sky’s the limit.
Let me get this straight: you’re going to knock over the casino, and swipe a cool million from the mob?
You know, I’ve always thought that technology could solve almost any problem. It enhances the quality of our lives, lets us travel across the galaxy - even gave me my vision - but sometimes you just have to turn it all off.
…oh my god; I asked for a Holmes-type mystery with an opponent capable of defeating Data.
Pinocchio is broken; its strings have been cut.
How do you get a rope around the neck of a shapeshifter?
I was thrown into the brig by a very unpleasant shapeshifter.
You solids. You are so impatient. I thought we could sit here for a while; maybe go to a bar, have a pint, throw some darts…
You have to find Project Daedalus!
I have gathered the finest minds, the very best that mankind has to offer; we will repopulate, and start a new human race. Pity you won’t be able to join us.
Khaaaaaaaan!
Boy, don’t ever say that again — and especially not at your age! — in a world that’s not ready for such, such, dangerous nonsense.
En Song told my ancestors of your Prime Directive, how we weren’t ready for your technology, your ideas. We know we’re not Starfleet but you don’t need a real ship to believe in what it stands for.
“Your arrival created this problem; your departure solves it.”
It’s like the chicken and the egg, Will: the chicken and the egg! We think it started in the past, but it didn’t; it started right here, in the future!
“You’re through ducking me, Hill!”
“COMPUTER, FREEZE PROGRAM!”
“You, pal, are a tough room!”
“TOUGH ROOM — a colloquialism — meaning a severe, rigid, closed-minded audience. I understand; I will attempt to be an easy room.”