I will feed him.
No son of mine is going to eat that replicated slop Starfleet calls food.
Do they still have sandwiches there?
Looks like a catfish; I’m hoping it tastes like one.
Dress up like you’re dead so the zombies don’t notice you.
I’m Vulcan; I don’t miss people.
You gave your girlfriend radioactive jewelry?
You gave your girlfriend a tracking device?
Sometimes I even enjoyed bullying you!
I’ve turned you into a better crook.
Damn you!
The year we were together at Starfleet is the only time in my life I was alive.
You rule this ship?
You don’t know, Robert, you don’t know. They took everything I was.
Do you wish that the first Apollo mission hadn’t reached the moon — or that we hadn’t gone on to Mars, and then to the nearest star? That’s like saying you wish that you still operated with scalpels and sewed your patients up with catgut like your great-great-great-great-grandfather used to.
Oh, beyond belief, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.
You seem awfully tense for a man who just came back from vacation.
“Spare me the small talk and get me a star drifter.”
“So, er… How are the negotiations going?”
“…Better make it a double.”
It’s vile!
Why, you should thank me for the privilege of simply looking at it.