“Sleep."
It never happened!
Kiss it, Scotty! Baby it! Flatter it if you have to, but keep it going.
Now you’re making sense!
You have to be either an obsessive crackpot who’s escaped from his keeper or Samuel T. Cogley, attorney at law.
Peace. Or. *Utter *Destruction. It’s up to you!
It would sound!
Please. I must touch you. I beg it. It is my existence.
Are there … others like you? :dubious:
Klaatu. Barada. Nikto.
That ain’t Trek.
In play:
Neptune and back in six minutes!
God as my witness, I thought Pakleds could fly.
And I am the Czar of all the Russias!
She is yours. After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all as wanting.
Glory to you . . . and your houuuuuse.
Everybody knows what a Klingon is! :mad:
Leave your bigotry in your quarters! I’ll have none of it on my bridge!
Don’t try to stop me, Captain. I saw what they left of Pyotr. And I swore on his grave I would avenge his murder.
Those are Klingons?!?
Filthy Klingon murderers! You killed my brother, Pyotr. The Archanis IV research outpost. A hundred peaceful people massacred! Just like you did here. My brother - you killed my brother!