Captain, V’Ger is a child. I suggest you treat it as such.
Don’t be afraid. Look at him. Without you children, he’s nothing. The evil remains within him.
Fun will now commence.
“Chocolate wobble and pistachio…And peach.”
It’s…uh…It’s green.
No, I won’t kill him! Do you hear? You’ll have to get your entertainment someplace else!
I have never questioned the orders or the intelligence of any representative of the Federation. Until now.
“Evenin’, Sub-commander.”
I find that remark…insulting.
Intuition, however illogical, is recognized as a command prerogative.
A blind man could see it with a cane. You’re not a pet. You’re not a specimen kept in a cage. You’re a lover.
“Do I have a name?”
I am Nomad. I am perfect.
You are flawed and imperfect! Execute your prime function!
Error. Error. Faulty! Faulty! Must sterilize. Sterilize.
Your logic was impeccable. We are in grave danger.
You will all die horribly in searing pain!
You know, coming back in time, changing history… that’s cheating.
What you need is a King and a deuce. Except at night of course, when you’d need a Queen and a four.
Even burned and cracked, they’re beautiful. Destroying them was a shame.