To touch even a starship with grace and beauty?
Such a man could manipulate key industries, stocks, and even nations — and, in so doing, change what must be.
I am a Klingon.
I am part Betazoid, too; my mother was one-half, I am one-quarter.
There are times when I envy you, Mr. Data.
You’ve been most patient with my kinds of madness.
Perhaps another time.
Please, let me finish: I can tell you that we’re not in the military, and that we intend no harm towards the whales.
Yes, probably.
For all we know, you and I could be married.
Apologies, Admiral.
There be whales here!
If so, there may be a home planet for others of my kind: a shared history, and a culture, of which I am not presently aware.
Hair straight and raven-black, eyes bright with fierce fire - the burning gaze of a hero.
You must have been one hell of a bartender.
A Vulcan of your acquaintance is here, but he is not himself.
Perhaps the price they pay, for having no emotions the rest of the time.
It’s okay. I’m all right.
But you’re not a fish, Mister Spock.
Harcourt! Harcourt Fenton Mudd!!!