You have acquired something of a reputation, Captain.
I always thought that was funny: the great, powerful Captain Kirk — who owes everything to some unknown alien scientist and a plundered laboratory.
“Nice to meet you, Pinocchio.”
“…?”
“…A joke.”
“…Ah. Intriguing.”
“You’re going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data.”
“I know what you’re thinking: he has pretty sweet pipes, for a light bulb.”
You have only our thanks.
That action injured you, and saved me; I will not forget it.
Yeah, about that… don’t quit your day job.
My teachers at school, all the kids, everyone used to say, Tom Paris is going to do something important when he grows up. Obviously, that . . . didn’t happen.
Hail, hail, fire and snow
Call the angel, we will go
Far away, for to see
Friendly angel come to me
In the heart. In the head.
I won’t stay dead.
Next time, I’ll do the same to you:
I’ll kill you.
And it goes on, the good old game of war:
Pawn against pawn!
“I’m afraid.”
“I knooooooow…”
Well, sir, we managed to transfer all the grain aboard, but it severely limits us.
Ain’t no big thing.
Gracie is pregnant.
Perhaps another time.
Of course: a nice, soft, painless lie…
When are you going to stop talking and shoot him already?
It’s always life or death, Jean-Luc.
I can’t live out my days as that person. That man is bereft of passion… and imagination! That is not who I am!
“Soldiers: you will press those triggers if this criminal answers with any word other than ‘guilty’. Criminal: how plead you?”