Hey, farmboy: maybe you can’t count, but there are four of us and one of you.
DAX: How do you think the crew’s going to feel about serving under a man without a House?
WORF: How they feel is unimportant. All I require from them is obedience.
DAX: Spoken like an uncaring, hard-nosed, autocrat. The quintessential First Officer.
I may have you beaten to death.
Did I eat flesh?!
Daystrom felt such an act was against the laws of God and man.
Pretty darn cute.
What say you and I put together a little party?
PIKE: Look. [sighs] I want to ask you both for a personal favor. Mr. Boimler. I heard that you’ve been encouraging my crew to throw me a surprise party. Please stop doing that.
BOIMLER: It’s just… you never know how many birthdays you have left,
MARINER [quietly]: What are you doing?
BOIMLER: -and-and… right now, you have friends who want to celebrate you.
While you still can.
PIKE: [clicks tongue] Ah. Think I know what you’re getting at. And I already know.
The truth is just an excuse for lack of imagination.
I… have HAD… enough of… YOU!
But I can make you long for death; beg for death.
Our warp drive works!
You cannot leave until I hear the green one’s story.
I was off-planet, doing my job, while your Federation did nothing and allowed my people to burn while my planet broke in half — and Spock, he didn’t help us; he betrayed us.
“I am Locutus of Borg. Resistance is futile. Your life, as it has been, is over. From this time forward, you will service… us.”
[dramatic swelling of music]
“Mr. Worf… fire.”
TO BE CONTINUED
(That music scared the shit out of me as a child.)
How little you understand what you’re facing, Captain. You’re used to fighting enemies like yourself — people on ships with defense shields, energy weapons, warp drives — but this is unlike anything you’ve ever faced! This is the power of the mind!
He will not find it with us.
“Son. Release me.”
“I can’t do that, Dad.”
“Data, he was joking. You know that, right? Data?”
Tell me… how many lights do you see?