Chiefs and Sons Of Chiefs may speak the words, but the Evil One’s tongue would surely turn to fire; I will begin; you shall finish. “Ee’dplebnista norkohn forkohn perfectunun…”
Well, there is one possibility, but somehow I don’t think this rickety barge and its half-witted crew members is up to the challenge.
The test is if a crew will follow where Commander Riker leads; his joviality is the means by which he creates that loyalty.
Charming woman.
When I want you on your knees, I’ll let you know.
We can modify the transporters.
Always fight fair, don’t you? You officer and gentleman, you. You’re a stupid underclassman. I’ve got the edge. I’m still 20 years old. Look at you. Heh. You’re an old man.
C’mon, Jimmy, boy!
You can get rid of those robes. And if I were you I’d start looking for another job.
Human, you have just destroyed yourself!
How am I supposed to be creative with a thirty-nine-year-old rebuilt engine?!
We are nearly there.
Since I’m the one who has made the so-called ‘warp barrier’ meaningless.
A shuttle of highly trained officers is on its way to your location.
Then why — in all of our history — is there no record of you, or someone like you, ever having visited us?
I saw hope, in the stars. It was stronger than fear.
Gul Evek must feel daring today.
In all the ways that matter, we are alike.
My edge is still not off.
Those who set their standards too high can kill to meet them.