I’ve got a four-alarm hangover, either from the whiskey or your laser beam — or both — but I’m ready to make history!
I’ve done far worse than kill you. I’ve hurt you. And I wish to go on… hurting you. I shall leave you as you left me… as you left her… marooned for all eternity at the center of a dead planet. Buried alive! Buried alive!
There is one option; Uhura, when you get Scotty back, patch him through…
No mistake, sir.
I don’t think you’re a saint, Doc, but you did have a vision — and now we’re sitting in it.
Vent the nacelles. Create a cloud.
You want me to open an airlock into space — whereupon I will freeze, die and explode!
He left, and promised one day to return.
But, as I said, time has no meaning here.
There!
They’re keeping up with us, sir.
“Which neither retreats nor grows nearer. Which turns as we turn.” Commander, it is our judgment that we run from a reflection.
You can’t be on the bridge every second, Data.
Is the captain here? Is Spock here? When the cat’s away…
Shoes.
If we lose them, we lose ourselves.
Whoever they are, they’re on an intercept course.
He’s dead already!
And, seeing as I’ve just committed an act of treason against a Starfleet Admiral, I’d really like to get off this bloody ship.
I’m rich, is what I’m saying.