“Who’s watching Tolar?”
“I’ve locked him in his quarters. I’ve also left him with the distinct impression that if he attempts to force the door, it may explode.”
“I hope that’s just an impression.”
“It’s best not to dwell on such minutiae.”
You can’t simply say, Today, I Will Be Brilliant.
“You took pity on those children. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
"NO! I WAS A FOOL! I should have finished my interrogation and turned them over to the troops for execution, but because I was chilly and my stomach was growling, I failed in my duty and SACRIFICED EVERYTHING I HAD WORKED FOR!"
You do understand, don’t you, that thought is the basis of all reality?
“I’ll summon my science officer.”
“It won’t like your science officer. It does like you! Vitamins! They do wonders for the body.”
I didn’t mean to cause offense.
It would be interesting, Captain, to return to that world in a hundred years, and to learn what crop has sprung from the seed you planted today.
I’m beginning to believe I could cure a rainy day!
"If you’re going to kill me, Khan, you’re going to have to come down here. You’re going to have to come down here!"
“I’ve done far worse than kill you. I’ve hurt you. And I wish to go on… hurting you. I shall leave you as you left me. As you left her. Marooned for all eternity at the center of a dead planet. Buried alive… buried alive…”
“KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!”
My client has the right to face his accuser — and, if you do not grant him that right, you have brought us down to the level of the machine; indeed, you have elevated that machine above us! I ask that my motion be granted; and, more than that, gentlemen: in the name of humanity, fading in the shadow of the machine, I demand it!
Sir, I intercepted and translated the message myself.
A slip in the pronunciation of the greeting caused a 20-year rift.
Shaka, when the walls fell.
What you’ve done here is build what we call ‘a house of cards.’
Temba, his arms wide!
There’s a warm wind coming in from Minecoy.
It was raining, in the city by the bay: a hard rain.
“Captain. Sickbay reports Lt. Torres’ condition is better.”
“Oh, concern for one’s fellow comrade! How touching!”
“And now a personal request, sir. Permission to clean up the bridge.”
“I’ll cut off your head and throw it in your face!”
I’m going to burn your hearts in a FIIIIIIIRE!