It’s vile!
What? So I had too much sauerkraut on my franks that night. What can I say?
How can you love Roger without trusting him?
I hope you don’t judge us by our popular entertainment.
Oh, I can’t wait to see if Blaine’s twin brother is the father of Jessica’s baby.
Ah. The giants.
You’re always looking for good stories, right? Well, I’ve got a real humdinger for you: the story of my life. Now, I know you may think I’m young, but I’ve covered a lot of ground and — if I do say so myself — it’d make for some pretty fascinating reading. So, what do you think?
“I saw you crying.”
“I do not cry.”
“I was there. I saw the tears.”
“You exaggerate, Captain. I recall only one tear.”
I’m a doctor, not a bricklayer!
Bones, prepare a hypo: the fastest, deadliest poison to Vulcans.
How honest?
I’m afraid we can’t reveal everything we know, Mister Seven.
Poetry, Captain? Non-regulation.
Double dumbass on you!
Is it possible that we two — you and I — have grown so old, and so inflexible, that we have outlived our usefulness? Would that constitute a joke?
I hope so.
I just wish we could cloak the stench.
To perfect eyesight and a full head of hair.
You can create people? Without a soul?
We have the right to survive!