“I can’t believe I’ve come millions of miles…”
“Thousands.”
“Thousands of miles…”
Hip, hip, hoorah. And I believe it’s pronounced, tally-ho.
Poetry, Captain? Non-regulation.
Who’s been holding up the damned elevator?
There are certain things men must do to remain men.
I would require a Klingon woman for… companionship. Earth females are too fragile.
Sounds like he hates it.
I can’t!
I’ve never trusted Klingons, and I never will. I’ve never been able to forgive them for the death of my boy.
THIS ha’BI’dah should have been fed to the dogs!
But that was a bargain with something that didn’t exist; you said you weren’t real, remember?
Heil Fuhrer!
…that’s in Jersey, right?
You’re not actually gonna do this, are you?
You gave your girlfriend a tracking device?
Are you surprised to find that I’ve read Byron, Doctor?
“I have never before met a Vulcan, Mr. Spock.”
“Nor I a work of art, madam.”
I’m sure that’s what you told that blue-skinned fellow I just saw, before you brought him here to serve you.
I was hatched ready.
Curious sensation, actually. Not much pain. Shock, certainly, at the sight of serrated metal sticking through my chest. A certain giddy warmth. In fact I do actually remember that I laughed out loud. Well, it pierced my heart, of course.