She was right. But at the wrong time.
Captain, she’s a page from a book; that’s all she ever was.
Admiral!
You’ll find me listed as Supervisor 194; codename, Gary Seven.
I have a friend that talks about Earth the same way that you do. Would you like to meet him?
Imagine you are listening to a symphony and focusing on a single instrument.
“I don’t know you. But you… I never forget a face, Mister… Chekov! Isn’t it? I never hoped to see your face again.”
“Pavel, who is this man?”
“A criminal, captain. A product of late 20th-century genetic engineering.”
“Gilgamesh, a king, at Uruk: he tormented his subjects; he made them angry.”
Sybok, this is not the God of Sha Ka Ree… or any other God!
Save her – do as your heart tells you to do – and millions will die who did not die before.
We spend years — decades! — trying to avoid anything that would lead to a greenhouse effect; and now, here we are, about to create one on purpose.
Let me hear it.
Did you hear me? That was an order, Ensign.
Cadet, you seem to be under the mistaken impression that I am asking you for a favor. I want a name, and I want it now, and THAT is an ORDER! Understood, Mr. Nog?!
No offence, but: you’re just a hologram, and I am his counselor; I outrank you, and I feel that it’s time for him to go.
Right next to the dog-faced boy!
Proximity alert.
Don’t you think I know that?!
And you have the gall to make love to that girl!
Not the best odds.