A hundred years or so from now, a famous novelist will write a classic using that theme. He’ll recommend those three words [“Let me help”] even over “I love you.”
Right now, I want you to buy me a drink; we can play footsies under the table.
I am surprised a Terran is surprised at anything.
To be honest, my opinion of Starfleet officers is so low that you’d have to work very hard indeed to disappoint me.
Killers! Assassins! I won’t let you! I’ll kill you first! I won’t let you! You won’t get me! Murderers! Killers!
Maybe I should have said, “Thank you very much for your input, Mister Garak; I will take your suggestion under advisement,” and gone back to my office and forgotten about the whole thing. But I didn’t. Because — in my heart — I knew what he was saying made sense.
Will she fly?
We’ll have Warp One for about … just under two seconds.
I refuse to be mocked by someone of your reputation.
How do we know he didn’t invent the thing?
Basic Warp Design is a required course at the Academy; the first chapter is called “Zefram Cochrane.”
It’s vile.
I suppose it is a factor in the human desire to procreate.
The word, sir?
“Darmok.”
Then tear the skin from your limb as you would a defective circuit.
He says, “Doctor, it hurts when I raise my arm like this.” The Doctor says, “Then don’t raise your arm like that.”
Yeah, about that - don’t quit your day job.
I am not less perfect than Lore.
It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That’s not a weakness, that is life.