“I’m not hungry. The truth is, I’m a little nervous.”
“You? Nervous?”
“A bit. It is our first date, right?”
“‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.’ Message, Spock?”
“None that I’m conscious of. Except, of course, happy birthday. Surely, the best of times.”
…there comes a time when a man finds that he can’t fall in love again; he knows that it’s time to stop. I don’t belong on your ship.
I will try some of your burned, replicated bird meat!
(Happy Thanksgiving!)
Do you think you could possibly behave a little less like yourself?
I never kill anyone at the supper table, Mr. LaForge.
Vaal is Vaal.
You did some research on our nutritional choices.
Festival! FESTIVAL!!!
"Why is my daughter trying to get herself killed?"
“You noticed that too, huh?”
You bother me in all the right ways.
“Mistress of the Winter Constellations!”
Whether or not you would’ve made the same choice, you must understand it.
To begin, a little Dom Pérignon ‘55 and some Oysters Rockefeller — to be followed by caesar salad, chateaubriand, and cherries jubilee.
Humans, Ens. Perez. Us.
Ensign Ro, sir.
In a pig’s eye!
It has happened! I watched it happen! I saw it happen! Don’t tell me it didn’t happen!
Madam, I am a doctor. When I peek, it’s in the line of duty.
She is one well-endowed lady; I’d like to get my hands on her ample nacelles, if you’ll pardon the engineering parlance.