A Klingon sneeze?
I cannot let this thing expand beyond this planet, nor do I intend to kill a million or more people to stop it.
Festival! Festival!
You know, when I dreamt about being stuck on a deserted planet with a gorgeous woman, there was no torpedo.
“I thought you never sold substandard merchandise.”
“…”
“This torpedo was supposed to explode on impact, right?”
“…Maybe I should offer them a refund!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
So, you tell me: which one of us would you say has more of a problem with ethics?
I do not have time to squander listening to superfluous language.
Oh, I see that, Commander; I see that. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be second in command of this starship.
Community leader!
That’s not enough; I want to promote you to Admiral, and I want you to take over as Commandant of Starfleet Academy.
I’m sure she’s a fine, dispassionate woman.
I thought I would assume a pleasing shape.
I present myself to thee as a fellow ship captain, that thou mayst better understand me: Go Back Whence Thou Camest.
Oh, I know Hamlet. And what he said with irony, I say with conviction: What a piece of work is man!
Furthermore, any rumors of my brush with death are greatly exaggerated.
Perhaps the unfortunate accident I had as a child…?
I, too, must be Vulcan as a motherfucker.
It’s not that hard to adapt.
Oh, don’t be so melodramatic; you were barely dead.
Isik for your thoughts?