So we’re going down to recontaminate them.
Aw, you broke the shuttle!
Captain, no disrespect intended, but: you must surely realize you can’t announce the full truth to the crew.
We’re all supposed to keep logs!
I will be going with the away team to investigate the crashed ship, with or without your permission.
Well, I see two choices; the first is “painkillers.”
I mean… it’s not even a language.
“Lunkhead”?!?
What he’s saying, Spock, is that a man who holds that much power — even with the best intentions — just can’t resist the urge to play god.
Captain, that’s the old Morse code call signal.
I’ve never seen anything like this reading: like a door opened, and then closed again.
Save her – do as your heart tells you to do – and millions will die who did not die before.
What if one of those lives I save down there is a child who grows up to be the next Adolf Hitler, or Khan Singh?
“Carbon-based units”?
This is the essence of what they were.
We are one big, happy fleet!
You have been conquered. I respect your devotion to your duty — but I cannot permit it to interfere with mine.
I’m sure Captain Kirk has other problems besides your flower, dear.
You are closer to the captain than anyone in the universe; you know his thoughts; what does your telepathic mind tell you now?
I never kill anyone at the supper table, Mr. La Forge.
(RIP Tony Todd)