“You took my last chip, Worf! The least you could do is smile.”
“Smiling would break his concentration.”
Vulcans never bluff.
Then, as I am half-human, your record remains untarnished.
Oh, okay.
Your vessel, your beginning. All that you knew is gone.
I know all about it, Willie; I read the newspaper.
The reason you haven’t heard of it, Mr. Scott, is because you haven’t discovered it yet.
“Let me help.” A hundred years or so from now, I believe, a famous novelist will write a classic using that theme. He’ll recommend those three words even over “I love you.”
“Is this shuttle prepped to fly?”
…with a seemingly legitimate rod in one hand, and a dead senator in the other, I ask you, Captain: what conclusion would you draw?
Data, have you got a flush or a full house?
This is a new experience for me.
Therefore: you, too, are a witch!
You’re bluffing.
Commander, I remind you that you are under oath.
Perhaps you know Russian epic of Cinderella: if shoe fits, wear it!
Very little, Ensign.
Now suppose…just suppose…I were to show you a way to manufacture a wall that would do the same job, but be only one inch thick.
The notion of transwarp beaming is like trying to hit a bullet with a smaller bullet whilst wearing a blindfold, riding a horse.
“This is where the fun begins, Saavik.”
“Just like your father. So human.”