Is it true what they say about your birthmark?
I wonder who started that birthmark rumor.
If I’d told you it was Benzan, you would have gone to war with his father; so I let you believe it was Okona.
Medical tricorder.
Everyone, protect this slime!
Blindfolded sabre fights.
“How about a hug?”
“How about a kiss?”
“They know each other!”
"No kidding! I know her, too, but… we don’t do that."
Sorry, neither.
Then may I suggest a swim, to be followed by a massage?
“Fun fact: I’m gonna rip your eyes out!”
“That fact wasn’t fun!”
Ouchies!
I worked so hard for this, and now the fellowship sees me as one of their own. The sky is the limit, my future is infinite with possibilities.
I happen to know better, so I’m neither qualified nor willing.
So that’s when you hit the Klingons?
That’s why you came to me, isn’t it, Captain? Because you knew I could do those things that you weren’t capable of doing.
He said there’s always that possibility. And that’s not like Bones at all.
Verbal composition at its most sophisticated level. Your childlike mind cannot appreciate the time-worn wisdom of my words.
Just tell me to “shut up, Wesley,” and I will.
I have not computed the odds, Captain.
“I call dibs on this cutie.”
“Hey, he shouldn’t even be here; he’s not a freak anymore.”
“I, uh… have acid reflux. That’s kinda freakish.”