At least you’re ready for Halloween.
Or is it Lore, pretending to be Data and faking it all?
The Protostar sustained heavy damage after passing through a temporal anomaly.
I need you, Bones. Badly.
Then although you already know my feelings toward you, allow me to put them into words: I am looking forward to this journey — now more than ever — because it gives me the chance to be in your company.
I’m tired of your riddles!
This is blue. This is a blue ocean. This is a blue ocean at sunset. This is two people walking along the beach by a blue ocean at sunset. This is two happy people in love walking along the beach by a blue ocean at sunset.
“You enjoyed that.”
“You’re damned right.”
“Beverly, may I take off the uniform for a moment?”
“Captain!”
It doesn’t seem right.
If you are going to use this person to destroy his race, you should at least look him in the eye once before you do it.
When time offers you an opportunity, you don’t ignore it.
So, when we reach that point, whatever happened will happen again: the Enterprise will be destroyed, the other Picard will be sent back to meet with us, and we do it all over again. Sounds like someone’s idea of hell to me.
Bad food, brutal discipline… no women!
Well, maybe it’s worth giving up cigars for after all!
I couldn’t call a place home unless it came with a pair of warp nacelles.
I suppose we all find ways to confront our greatest fears.
Who would’ve thought that this eclectic group of voyagers could actually become a family? Starfleet, Maquis, Klingon, Talaxian, hologram, Borg… even Mr. Paris.
But my name is still Holliday. Doc Holliday.
The name’s Bashir… Julian Bashir.