Every night? Because that’s what it took; that’s the only way I made it through.
No, I guess there wasn’t.
And you haven’t aged a day since then?
Worlds may change, galaxies disintegrate, but a woman always remains a woman.
I don’t agree with you, Mister Spock.
I’m a doctor, not a butler.
“Yes, even though you’re judge and prosecutor.”
“And jury!”
The Caesar of the stars and a Cleopatra to worship him.
Quite a lineup; add Herbert Rossoff to them and it’d be complete.
We’re not talking about some obscure technicality, Mr. Worf.
I’m going to do some sketches for you to take a look at.
Ten years is a long time on that island.
So, what am I going to do? Lock myself in a room in all three different time periods?
Interesting. You saved the day by destroying the world.
At this rate, the sector will be completely filled with Enterprises within three days.
I cannot allow this to continue.
Well, I did what any good helmsman would have done.
Don’t you remember?
Actually, I am familiar with history, Captain — and, if I’m not too much mistaken, you’re dead.
I am preparing to toast… a marshmelon.