“How’d you deal with this kind of thing back on Orion?”
“Blindfolded saber fight.”
“Did we… complete the mission?”
“Yes. You were the only fatality.”
“What’s gonna spill first, your mouth or your guts? Heh heh… I heard that in a holo-movie.”
“I am NOT Dixon Hill! …I just LOOK LIKE Dixon Hill!”
It’s a radio transmission.
…he’s comparing the Enterprise to a cruise ship?
I know engineers. They love to change things!
You know, I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but: I went to Zefram Cochrane High School.
They pose no threat.
If we do not allow ourselves to believe that the bullets are real, they cannot kill us!
Resistance is not futile.
Who cares if revenge is pointless? It feels really fucking good!
VENDORIAN: “Rather than work together to escape, you have chosen to denigrate and bicker. You shall be punished.”
BOIMLER: “Uh, I-I’m already feeling pretty punished.”
LEVY: “They’re gonna tie us together face-to-face and lay brood pods in our necks so we have to look at each other in the eye while their young burst out of our chests.”
VENDORIAN: “You know of our customs?”
In other words, if we shoot him, we have to use a .45 automatic, and not a phaser.
McCOY: Are you out of your Vulcan mind? No human can tolerate the radiation that’s in there!
SPOCK: But, as you are so fond of observing, Doctor, I’m not human.
McCOY: You’re not going in there!
SPOCK: Perhaps you’re right. What is Mister Scott’s condition?
McCOY: Well, I don’t think that he…
(Spock administers a Vulcan nerve pinch on McCoy)
SPOCK: I’m sorry, Doctor. I have no time to discuss this logically. …Remember!
How many fingers?
Everybody out! Now! Move it!
“Where are we going?”
“Where they went.”
“Suppose they went nowhere?”
“Then this will be your big chance to get away from it all.”
KIRK: “Forego the tractor beam, and fly her in manually.”
McCOY: “Manually?”
SYBOK: “How often have you done this?”
SULU: “…actually, it’s my first attempt.”
Yes, sir, I guess it is.