Are you saying it’s a woman’s game because women are weak and need more help?
There is so much we need to talk about.
When will you get it through your thick head that it’s over between us, Jean-Luc?
Taste wet sustenance!
Sour the milk!
Whoever he is, he sure talks gloomy!
“One rakatajino with a jacarine peel.”
“…Nothing for me.”
[moves to another replicator] “One icoberry tort.”
Lad, yer goin’ to need somethin’ to wash that down with; have y’ever tried any Saurian brandy?
I’m ready.
I’m not Boimler! I’m Anti-Grav Boy, Protector of the Lower Decks!
Hardly that, Captain!
I’m an old man, and I’m out of touch; but the Worf that I remember was more concerned with things like honor and loyalty than rules and regulations.
“Say the WRONG THING, Torg!”
Ah, Microbrain. Growl for me, let me know you still care.
Your devotion to etiquette is highly admirable, sir; however, your methods leave much to be desired.
Aye, they’re into the food processors.
If you order anything but the bread pudding soufflé, you’ll be making a mistake you will regret the rest of your lives.
I recognize it.
When you would not say the holy words of the Ee’d Plebnista, I doubted you.
A lie is a poor way to say hello.