I have written to the King of France, telling him of my adventures in the New World, and invited him to soar with me from the towers of his castle.
Oh, I may be captain by rank; but I never wanted to be anything else but an engineer.
Now this is how I prefer the Borg. In pieces!
As you examine your life, do you find you have missed your humanity?
Would you kill an old woman to cover your dishonor?
[wistful]
Her life could have been as rich as any woman’s, if only…if only…
[/wistful]
Baseball.
Let me help.
A most remarkable experience, Commander.
I’m an engineer, not a philosopher.
Someone once told me that time was a predator that stalked us all our lives. But I rather believe that time is a companion who goes with us on the journey and reminds us to cherish every moment because they’ll never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we’ve lived.
In effect, you have abandoned what I have sought all my life.
Did I win?
The fact that we’re still alive suggests we might have won.
He’s still clinging to life all on his own.
But that’s it, Jim; that’s as much as that poor devil can do. His mind is as active as yours and mine, but it’s trapped inside a useless vegetating body.
We’re nothing but employer and employee.
Robbing casinos isn’t part of any Starfleet job description I’ve ever read…
They say time is the fire in which we burn.
That explains why our beards didn’t grow.