And when I arrive at the gates of the Divine Treasury, the Registrar will accept my bribe and usher me inside; and do you know why? Because I died exactly the way I lived - as a Ferengi!
You haven’t got the lobes.
A concept you should be very familiar with; my people, on the other hand, don’t care about ‘honor’.
Still working on repairs.
I know this ship like the back of my hand.
Father…? My God, don’t DO this to me!
In the last couple of centuries, we’ve always managed to use new technologies wisely; I’m confident this time won’t be any different.
I’m not saying that that’s one of my many passwords but I’m not not saying it either.
I’m a doctor, not a bricklayer.
Earth to Spock!
Admiral, if we go by the book, like Lieutenant Saavik, hours could seem like days.
Admiral… David is dead.
You’re not an ordinary human, you’re a starship captain, and you’ve stepped into scandal.
We are assembled here today to pay final respects to our honored dead. And yet it should be noted that in the midst of our sorrow, this death takes place in the shadow of new life, the sunrise of a new world, a world that our beloved comrade gave his life to protect and nourish.
He did not feel this sacrifice a vain or empty one, and we will not debate his profound wisdom at these proceedings.
Of my friend, I can only say this: Of all the souls I have encountered in my travels, his was the most… Human.
We would have preferred an interactive Spock, who could have responded to questions. But this will have to suffice.
“Shore leave,” Admiral.
“Excuse me, I’m just finishing up a speech–for you, Mr. Spock. I rather enjoy writing. I don’t get to do it very often in this job.”
“Perhaps you would be happier in another job.”
Guys, we have a development.
I know that; I haven’t completely lost my mind, you know.
How many fingers?