I feel like hell! I’ve forgotten my next line!
I will feed him.
You have beaten me countless times.
A very little joke, Ensign.
“Take my Worf . . . please.”
“‘To be or not to be,’ that is the question that preoccupies our people, Captain Kirk. We need breathing room!”
“Earth, Hitler, 1938.”
“I’m perfectly happy here.”
“What here? There is no here. Don’t you get it? This is nowhere.”
Goodbye, Jean-Luc. I’m gonna miss you. You had such potential. But then again, all good things must come to an end.
Forget it.
Commander, if you’d been there when we liberated that camp… If you’d seen what we saw… All those Bajoran bodies, battered… brutalized! Do you know what Cardassian policy was? Oh, I’m not even talking about the murders. Murder was just the end of the fun for them. First came the humiliation! Mothers raped in front of their children. Husbands beaten until their wives didn’t recognize them. Old people buried alive because they couldn’t work anymore!
All I can say is — “WOW!” What about you, Mister Vulcan? Isn’t that just — “WOW‽”
It is not logical that you are Surak. There is no fact, extrapolation of fact, or theory, which would make possible.
Another time, perhaps.
But I don’t like my nightmares.
“Baseball? What is this?”
“I was afraid you’d ask that.”
There, there, my dear captain.
I need your advice.
You stay here, you’re going to die: not all at once, but little by little. Eventually you’ll become as hollow as I am.
I have a curious nature.
When I stroke the beard thusly, do I not appear more intellectual?