I’d advise ya to keep dialin’.
Captain, you’re asking me to work with equipment which is hardly very far ahead of stone knives and bearskins.
The Borg Collective is like a force of nature. You don’t feel anger toward a storm on the horizon. You just avoid it.
That’s the most imbecilic attempt to rationalize personal cowardice that I’ve ever heard.
I hope you’re watching carefully.
I see no logic in preferring Stonn over me.
You have not achieved Kolinahr.
That tinplated, overbearing excuse for a starship captain did it to us again!
One day soon, man is going to be able to harness incredible energies – maybe even the atom; energies that could ultimately hurl us to other worlds in some sort of spaceship. And the men that reach out into space will be able to find ways to feed the hungry millions of the world and to cure their diseases. They will be able to find a way to give each man hope and a common future… and those are the days worth living for.
That’s it? That’s what you called me out here for? To complain about the donuts?
Harcourt! Harcourt Fenton Mudd!!!
What about W.E.B. Du Bois? Zora Neale Hurston? Langston Hughes? Ralph Ellison?
I want to see Commander Data level work, people! Those isolinear chips better be a blur!
My friend is obviously Chinese. I see you’ve noticed the ears. They’re actually easy to explain. He caught his head in a mechanical… rice-picker.
Temba: is a person? His arms wide: because he’s holding them apart, in, in generosity, in giving?
Alouette, gentille alouette, alouette, je te plumerai.
McCoy: “Admiral, wouldn’t it be easier to just put an experienced crew back on the ship?”
Kirk: “Galloping around the cosmos is a game for the young, doctor.”
Uhura: “Now, what is that supposed to mean?”
I’m telling you, this broad ain’t playing with a full deck.
“Are you machine or being?”
“I am both and neither. I am my own beginning. My own ending.”
That’s great, baby. I got some good news, too: I talked to Mrs Jackson last night, and she’s serious about retiring in the next couple of years.