Giving him that cane was a great idea; I haven’t seen him limp in days.
It’s a Russian Inwention.
The cloak failed, and half the ship materialized in solid rock.
“I am Apollo!”
“And I am the Czar of all the Russias!”
It should be more illegal.
“Keep your place, Picard!”
“This is my place.”
“He is now my cha’dIch.”
“This is not your world, human. You do not command here.”
“I’m not here to command.”
“Then you must be ready to fight. Something Starfleet does not teach you.”
“You may test that assumption at your convenience.”
Maybe we can’t break it. But I’ll bet you credits to navy beans we can put a dent in it.
“Sir, I protest! I am NOT a merry man!”
I solved for Y in my computation
But missed vital information
The variable so devastating
I’m the X
Data — and forgive me, Commander — is a curiosity; a wonder, even. But thousands of Datas, isn’t that becoming a race?
I just don’t think Boimler can handle being thrown in the brig by someone he dressed up as for Halloween.
That’s the problem with our business: too many guys named Paulie.
Enterprise, this is Kirk. Understand your situation. Am unable to return to the planet. Prepare to institute Emergency Landing Plan… B.
Condition Green, all’s well.
Or whatever you want to call it, Data; I don’t have a proper name for it.
I have three legs. I can run very fast.
See how a man gets a reputation?
It would appear that I am, indeed, as Vulcan as a motherfucker.
Wow! It’s like what heaven would look like if God was stupid!
There is also a subplot about an older man conspiring with a younger woman to murder her husband.