Riker? Troi? Data? Wait a minute, let me guess: you never heard of any of them.
It is green.
You’ve combed the galaxy and come up with nothing but mono-colored trash, do-gooders and bleeding hearts.
“‘Solids?’”
“Our name for mono-forms like you, who will never know the joy of the Great Link.”
May you gain knowledge elsewhere.
They have a dream, and you have reality. May you find your way as pleasant.
Anyone can, at any moment, be or do anything he wishes — even to becoming ruler of Platonius, if his mind is strong enough.
Baris: “In my opinion, you have taken this important project far too lightly.”
Kirk: “On the contrary, sir. I think of this project as very important. It is you I take lightly.”
You bet you do — but after I get through with you, you’re liable to be sorry unless you come across. Hold him here; tell Cirl the Knife to sharpen up his blade. I just might have a job for him.
He had the motive and the opportunity.
They killed your son. Did you not wish Gorkon dead?
He expects the impossible!
Right where I left it, sir.
“Ma’am” is acceptable in a crunch, but I prefer “captain”.
But how on earth can history get past people like me?
Can anyone give me a status report?
“If we don’t help each other, we’ll die here.”
There’s been a lab breach.
The Federation, in creating an ultimate weapon, has become a gang of intergalactic criminals.
Well, you don’t know what we can find.