The Merced is at your disposal, Captain Freeman
I want to see Commander Data level work, people! Those isolinear chips better be a blur!
“Distance?”
“Four thousand kilometers.”
“We’re not going to make it, are we?”
[David shakes his head.]
Pain and delight, he said up above.
You will all die horribly, in searing pain!
Reg, you don’t have Terellian Death Syndrome!
Hang on!
Moopsy.
I don’t care if he’s JFK!
Professor Moriarty, I presume?
How’s science?
This idea of “time travel” is not so far-fetched as it might seem. In fact, I have learned that — even now! — there are people from the future right here in San Francisco, and I have no doubt that their intent is to foul our world just as my Yankee did in King Arthur’s time.
Yes, I certainly did notice those delightful aspects.
You don’t have to be an Einstein to clue into any of that.
You don’t know the difference between a scheme and a conspiracy!
Especially the lies.
I never tell the truth because I don’t believe there is such a thing.
It is revolting!
It’s reasonable, Mister Oxmyx; let’s break out some of your drinkin’ stuff, and celebrate the syndicate!
They might want a piece of our action!