Every time he starts digging he forgets time, sleep, food, everything.
You have no idea who we are, but you’ll soon find out.
Are you sure you didn’t go to high school in Asheville, North Carolina?
He had a surgeon’s hands.
We offered him unchallenged control of the Alpha Quadrant, and all he could think about was his daughter.
I have brought you nourishment.
Yes, and all I had to do was add a little petty bickering and mutual loathing.
“I do not know how you transferred secret information to the Romulans, but I will find out! And when we inform the Klingon High Council, they will put you to a slow death!”
Here it comes.
Borg? Sounds Swedish.
Agreed; not only are they closely humanoid, but their history has remarkable similarities to ours!
In a pig’s eye!
I find it odd, Captain, that a man of your experience has such difficulty in understanding ordinary politeness.
On that day, it is we who will be lucky.
Shaka, when the walls fell!
Darmak and Jalad at Tanagra
Enjoy your laurels, doctor. I’m not sure I could.
Let’s get the hell out of here.
I am ordering you never to reveal what has happened here today: not to Starfleet; not to myself, even; you will conceal your knowledge of the Paxans for as long as you exist. Do you fully understand, Data?
I must protest.