There’s no rule that says the bridge has to be at the top of the ship.
You may have inadvertently given Professor Moriarty the means of gaining control of the real Enterprise.
I’m not your uncle. It’s the other way around.
But, no matter how strange it may seem to us, we now have two Will Rikers on board.
The man is dying. And it’s my honor to tell him that his son may have betrayed the Federation.
Permission to come aboard?
No; I, er, I just thought that I might, erm, I might join you this evening, if there’s room.
No more chaos! No more.
Yard Command’s signaling clear, sir.
I thought I told you not to call me.
Good tea. Nice house.
From a fable you once heard in childhood.
A warrior’s drink!
I’m going to brief your new counselor on everything she needs to know.
In my nightmares, I am chased by algorithms.
BASHIR: Well, your sense of humor seems normal enough
O’BRIEN: I don’t have a sense of humor.
BASHIR: Cough. How’s the sex life?
O’BRIEN: I don’t have a sense of humor.
You could be suffering from a form of false euphoria.
So we walk into the school and we didn’t know what to expect. Is Worf hurt, is he in some kind of trouble? The door opens and there is our little seven-year-old sitting on the chair and glaring across the room at five teenage boys, all of them with bloody noses!
Boxing helps me unwind.
Beg pardon, sir?