And it’s ancient.
How very flattering.
We’re talking about locking a man up for being too smart.
Nobody wants a sparkly captain!
So would an ermine violin, Doctor, but I see no advantage in having one.
The ship appears to be run by computer.
He means it’s cold!
I’m only hard on you when you make me hard!
“Thank you, Mister Data.”
“Sorry, sir; that did not come out quite the way I intended.”
Oh, we got sci-fi stuff happening over here!
And another William Riker materialized there.
So you’re the Terrible Thing, the Murdering Monster, the Creature.
Yes. Or he is.
It depends on your point of view, doesn’t it?
I am black on the right side.
I am Spock, a dealer in kevas and trillium.
Bad news, gentlemen. Shore leave’s been cancelled.
Me? I don’t want the job.
If the world’s not ready for a woman writer, imagine what would happen if it learned about a Negro with a typewriter.
Community leader? Ha!
If I had him as a publicist, I’d be bigger than Elvis.
If you could only hear yourselves.