“Bad cop!”
“Bad cop! Damn!”
“Gotta be quicker, chief.”
It’s just that, for all practical purposes, this is my first day as a father, and he almost kills himself.
So strange…
Captain, we could say that Mister Seven and Miss Lincoln have some interesting experiences in store for them.
It’s a first step.
And when it wears out we’ll build another one, and we’ll lock ourselves into it for another thousand years.
Annoyed, Mr. Spock?
I hereby relinquish my command, based on the fact that I have been emotionally compromised.
Warp point eight.
Take me to the Presidio, driver, and don’t spare the whip!
You are the son of a traitor.
Her name was Louise.
We are in law enforcement.
Fraud! You didn’t deduce anything; all you did was recognise elements from two different Holmes stories!
Please believe me.
Commander, is your contention that Lieutenant Commander Data is not a sentient being and therefore not entitled to all the rights reserved for all lifeforms within this Federation?
You see he’s met two of your conditions for sentience; what if he meets the third? Consciousness, in even the slightest degree. What is he then? I don’t know? Do you? Do you?
Frankly, now I want nothing more than what the fisherman expects of the worm.
As your doctor I order you to drink this coffee.
I’m just a fictional character; I haven’t much to lose.