I don’t propose to spend the rest of my life on this ball of dust, arguing your fantasies!
Life is not a dream.
It is you who are imaginary characters derived from a work of fiction.
You can’t do this to me. I’m Cyrus Redblock! CYRUS REDBLOCK!
Oh, we’ve all done the scarecrow. Big deal.
Shut up, Stella!
We have no Devil, Kirk. But we understand the habits of yours.
I wouldn’t put it so melodramatically; it’s just a standard contract with an unusually long term.
Perfect–for the most part.
Picard and Dathon, at El-Adrel; Mirab, with sails unfurled.
The lights are back on, but that doesn’t mean we see clearly. People are always hiding things.
Sure does seem that way when you’re losing, don’t it?
I believed that I could see five lights.
If that’s so, why do you look like you’ve just signed my death sentence?
Beautiful, beautiful.
You could handle me, if that’s an invitation.
We recomposite the crystals while they’re still inside the articulation frame.
He must search elsewhere for his answer. He will not find it with us.
Let’s see what’s out there.
Over my dead program!