Raffi warned me you were a speechmaker.
He knows, Doctor. He knows.
…Spock, if I get back, we really need to talk about your bedside manner.
Data… if you ever get back to the way you were… you may not be able to forgive yourself for what you’re about to do.
Spock, nobody knows rules better than you — but there has got to be an exception!
Greener.
“No, the crimson forcefield has disarmed us.”
“They are smart.”
“We are not strong.”
It’s time for total truth between us.
You’re my new chief; go put on a red shirt.
Calling it a night?
(RIP James B. Sikking, Captain Styles in The Search for Spock.)
…he has been dead for two-hundred-and-eighty-three years, sir.
A lie is a poor way to say hello.
Haven’t we grown beyond the point where we resolve our problems with physical conflict?
It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness. That is life.
The truth is: I will kill you if I can. And believe me: I can. There is nothing else to say.
That was fast.
You don’t rob a bank when the getaway car has a flat tire.
“Seriously, doctor, you must learn to govern your passions. They will be your undoing. Logic suggests…”
“Logic? For heaven’s sake, the man’s talking about logic. We’re talking about universal Armageddon! You green-blooded, inhuman…”
“You think that they’re going to knock each other’s brains out because they’re men?”
YOUR PLAN HAS FAILED
[yes this is a complete sentence freaking Discord]