…I spent too many math classes daydreaming about being on a starship.
Your mission is known to us.
You have the advantage of me.
WORF: Captain, a search of the Ranian system has determined that the hostile force that attacked this planet is no longer present.
PICARD: I remember a Starfleet admiral once saying the same thing about some renegade Andorians in the Triangulum system. It turns out that they had dismantled their ship and hidden it.
WORF: Those Andorians did not have to contend with someone of my thoroughness. I will stake my reputation.
These folks don’t need us swimming in their soup, so why don’t you just relax and let ‘em do their jobs?
“I’d like Odo to handle the investigation.”
“Minister Koval put me in charge.”
“Minister Koval doesn’t run this station.”
“And the Federation has no business telling us how to handle our criminals.”
“If it turns out that he is a criminal, then he’s yours, and you’re welcome to him. Until then, he’s just a traveler under suspicion.”
[sighs] “You think this is all some kind of personal vendetta on my part, don’t you?”
“I think you’re too close to the situation to be objective, yes.”
Working under the assumption that Kolrami was attempting to win, it is reasonable to assume that he expected me to play for the same goal.
That’s the short definition of “Captain.”
Don’t call her that. You’ll see. You’ll see how tough Mickey D is.
On speakers.
I’m trying to tell you that there is a situation developing on this vessel that directly affects us, and all you can talk about is that stupid guitar!
It was my first day! They expect me to sacrifice myself on Day One? No way!
KIRK: “It’s logic, Spock; thought you’d like that.”
SPOCK: “No, not really. Not this time.”
Sir, Ambassador Sarek and his wife are my parents.
(I never believed that Kirk wouldn’t have known that - he had to have looked at his First Officer’s personnel file at some point).
Guess … Who Is Coming … To Dinner?
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Why did you bring me here?
I’m here to bring two humpbacks into the twenty-third century; if I have to, I’ll go to the open sea to get them — but I’d much rather have yours.
I don’t see how he could have made it out this far.
It must have been my husband, Donald; if it was new and foolish, he would have popped for it. Well, I’ll say this for it: it’s the first thing he’s ever bought into that worked.
Perhaps another time.