Well, they say if you travel far enough, you will eventually meet yourself; having experienced that, Number One, it’s not something I would care to repeat.
We know we don’t have all the answers. All we ask is that you keep your eyes open.
I have no choice; I must do as The Picard wishes.
They are a sensible race.
I didn’t write the code.
You murdered an alien being and destroyed any chance we had to make first contact.
See you around, Ahab.
My oath of celibacy is on record, Captain.
I’m afraid that subjugating you won’t be enough.
“No. No, sir.”
“But it’s what you’ve always wanted, Data. To become human.”
“Yes, sir. That is true. But I never wanted to compound one illusion with another. It might be real to Q, perhaps even you, sir. But it would not be so to me. Was it not one of the captain’s favorite authors who wrote, ‘This above all, to thine own self be true’? Sorry, Commander, I must decline.”
Going to Vic’s isn’t going to make us forget who we are, or where we came from; what it does is, it reminds us that we’re no longer bound by any limitations, except the ones we impose on ourselves!
Community leader - ha!
Also I am the dreamer: the part that longs to see the beauty beyond the truth, which is always the first duty of art.
Your skin is a mess.
Good title. Mind if I use it?
I don’t believe so, sir.
So I guess the answer to the question we’ve both been asking is yes, you are certifiable!
“…Khan!”
“…I don’t know you. But you… I never forget a face, Mr… Chekov! Isn’t it? I never thought to see your face again.”
“Chekov, who is this man?”
“A criminal, captain. A product of late 20th-century genetic engineering.”
This is the hand that shook the hand of Bugsy Siegel, the man that built Las Vegas!
Initiate the force field.