Well, do you at least have a copy of The Wall Street Journal?
Too late.
Hardly that, Captain!
Sir, I know this may finish me as an Acting Ensign, but…
I’d like to be the first to congratulate you on a brilliant strategy.
Pure speculation, just an educated guess: I’d say that man is alive.
I feel so guilty for saying it, and Tuvix doesn’t deserve to die, but I want Neelix back.
Twenty-three was my limit.
I saw a dragon once, on Berengaria VII.
You’re here to learn about the human condition, and there’s no better way than by embracing Shakespeare.
To be…or not to be…
Why don’t you try being a woman for a change?
“Help me! Talk to me, before I have to let these people take you!”
“…”
“DAMN IT, if you were still a man!”
Heck, it’s the same dance; it’s just a different tune!
“I wonder which of them was built first.”
[wakes up] “…He was.”
“…”
“But he was found to be imperfect, and I was built to replace him.”
“…”
“You may call me Lore.”
“He dishonored my daughter: he took advantage of her, then he ran off and left her carrying his bastard child.”
Let’s see what’s out there.
“Let’s see what she’s got,” said the captain. And then we found out, didn’t we?
Jim, it’s the Kobayashi Maru: no one passes the test, and no one goes back for seconds, let alone thirds.
Humor: it is a difficult concept.