“Observer”?! Oh, hell. I’m the best pilot you could have!
I honestly thought it was me; I thought somehow — somehow — I was operating on his level.
Look.
Isn’t it a little presumptuous of a first officer to second-guess his captain’s judgment?
Permission granted.
Do you know Doctor Van Gelder was down on his hands and knees, sobbing, at this point? It was so gratifying.
Health and happiness!
Not specifically, but there are two things that seem unusual.
Perhaps another time.
But what of your Lieutenant Yar? She is to become my First One now!
You’re arrogant, you’re overbearing and you think you know everything.
They’ll throw away the key!
I don’t know Garak, but I know his reputation, and honestly, I don’t think we’d ever find your body.
The computer should think all three of us are Data!
Where’s the nuance?
If I didn’t know who “Juliet” was — or what she was doing on that balcony — the image alone wouldn’t have any meaning.
He went that way, Alice.
Do you always fly at women at warp speed, Mr. Paris?
Only one of them survived.
Do you have any star charts I could look at?