To be human is to be complex; you can’t avoid a little ugliness from within, and from without.
Was the ship what?
Everything that your species finds desirable. Look at me: I am a woman; I am all women.
Shut up, Stella!
What now? You wave your magic wand and destroy my mind, too?
They’ll throw away the key!
Why is the obvious choice all of a sudden the right one?
Grav plate enhanced.
Welcome, my dear Holmes — but not Holmes; and Doctor Watson — but not Watson.
Ain’t love grand?
It is a witticism; a gag; a bon mot; a fluctuation of words concluding with a trick ending.
Sorry, sir. I seem to be commenting on everything.
You have no other identity.
What have I done?
Would it surprise you to learn that you have violated the Prime Directive a total of nine times since you took command of the Enterprise? I must say, Captain, it surprised the hell out of me.
Baby needs a new pair of shoes.
Is that why you shot him?
Shouldn’t the surface be frozen solid?
We were attacked by a thermonuclear missile, from a planet which should have no such weapon.
I suppose, by the transitive principle, I, too, must be Vulcan as a motherfucker.