Your world of starship captains doesn’t admit women.
HA! “Love” him?!? :mad:
“In plain, non-Vulcan English, we’ve been lucky.”
I believe I said that, Doctor!
“Impossible, Captain.”
“… Doctor, I’ve seen the captain feverish, sick, drunk, delirious, terrified, overjoyed, boiling mad. But up to now I have never seen him red-faced with hysteria. I know how I’m going to vote.”
You think we are not smart.
We ARE smart.
I’ll never live this down. This Vulcan is telling me how to operate.
Twenty Quatloos that all three are untrainable.
A hundred quatloos that the newcomers will have to be destroyed!
You want me to test my theory out on your head?
Primary mental evolution!
Tell me how your planet looks on a lazy evening when the moon is full.
THIS was running through my head at some point over the weekend. I didn’t make a note about it, so at some point yesterday I was scratching my head trying to remember what from The Cage or Menagerie II I thought so quotable. Thank you.
And now, from the first episode by production number, released essentially unchanged:
[Quote again from Star Trek transcripts site, with some minor edits (spacing, ellipses, note of pause) for effect.]
DEHNER: I’m sorry. You can’t know what it’s like to be… almost a god.
(She dies)
KIRK: Enterprise from Captain Kirk, come in.
[Bridge]
KIRK: Captain’s log, Star date 1313.8. Add to official losses, Doctor Elizabeth Dehner. Be it noted she gave her life in performance of her duty… (brief pause)
Lieutenant Commander Gary Mitchell, same notation. I want his service record to end that way. He didn’t ask for what happened to him. 
This is not Nancy. If she were Nancy, could she take this?
“That cat…”
That, Miss Lincoln, is simply my cat.
You see, their young enter through the ears and wrap themselves around the cerebral cortex. This has the effect of rendering the victim extremely susceptible to suggestion.
Limited telepathic abilities are inherent in Vulcans.
A lie?
A choice!