My whole life, I have never known a moment without fear.
We synthesized a serum from his… super blood. Tell me, are you feeling homicidal, power-mad, despotic?
Pardon me, could you please continue the “petty bickering”? I find it quite intriguing!
If she were not dead, I would kill her!
It sounds like betrayal. But with clapping.
“Ye cannae change the laws of physics,” I told him, but he wouldn’t believe me, so I had to come up with a new engine start-up routine.
Mr. Scott, the word is given.
Sir, I intercepted and translated the message myself.
The sheer fucking hubris.
Say, maybe you and I could go into business together, selling your horseless carriage and all: you invent them, I sell them.
I’ll explain it to you later.
Maltz, cho’I’chu!
Never mind.
I hate that fucking hospitality hologram.
What did you say?
First things first; remove your boots.
You’ll probably never see me again. But if you do… be ready.
The Enterprise is now helpless, stuck like an Earth insect in amber while its bridge crew plays out a game whose real intent is to test if their first officer is worthy of the greatest gift the Q can offer.
That was low and away! What were you doing; REGENERATING?!
He saved my life, captain; I should be lying dead in there, not him.