It’s French, an Earth language; it means: enjoy your meal.
You’re one of those people with their poles reversed.
As a Kansas I liked that one. It’s our state motto.
I want to learn all about your feelings on war and killing and conquest, that sort of thing. Do you know that you’re one of the few predator species that preys even on itself?
Bring me the ship or I will destroy you.
I will agree to your terms, if, if, in addition to yourself, you hand over to me all data and material regarding the project called … Genesis.
Same course, same speed.
Genesis System, forbidden is!
And to do so is the only death penalty left on our books; only Fleet Command knows why…
How many fingers?
Captain Spock! Captain Spock! Space shuttle leaving in 15 minutes!
They didn’t!
I hope, for your sake, you were initiating a mating ritual.
With a half-Vulcan science officer named Spock.
Project Genesis: A proposal to the Federation. What exactly is Genesis? Simply put, Genesis is life from lifelessness.
Jim, I remind you that this is a silicon-based form of life; Doctor McCoy’s medical knowledge will be totally useless.
He tasks me.
Queen to King’s Level One.
That is my home?
Don’t you recognise your old stomping grounds? This is Earth — France — about, oh, three and a half billion years ago, give or take an eon or two. Smells awful, doesn’t it?