Shields up!
Under the circumstances, I don’t think Tasha would mind.
The comm system is being jammed.
It’s 1962; what do you want from me?
But I don’t know how to nerve-pinch.
I know the place to get the proper drugs; I’ll need a mortar and a pestle…
“I’m afraid that Worf feels that… we do not understand him.”
“Well, part of him may feel that way… but there’s another part that I’ve seen… the part that comes in and drinks prune juice… the part that looks out the window towards home. He’s not looking towards the Klingon Empire, he’s looking towards you.”
“As a singer, I find him entertaining — but, beyond that, I neither like him nor dislike him.”
Do you still play baseball? We should put in there that Ferenginar gets to play baseball. I like baseball. It’s fun.
Games? Did someone say games? And — perchance for interest’s sake — a deadly game? To the game!
Fire anti-matter spread.
It won’t be installed until Tuesday.
Consorting with lower-ranked females, captain? Especially ones in penalty boxes?
My, you are forceful, aren’t you? Good; I like my men to be forceful. At least at the start.
You just surrendered your deposit - and your life.
The whole deal was a long shot, but I figured, what the hell, might as well give them the dough instead of leaving it to my ex-wives.
Then you wish to copulate?
Although I am intrigued by the audacity of your request, I can’t fathom why you wish the encounter.
Hull temperature at one thousand degrees and rising.
Is that a lot?