Admiral, we have found a nuclear wessel.
And a distracted policeman is an opportunity.
I don’t need you to interpret the Prime Directive for me, Doctor.
Interesting. Your Earth people glorify organized violence for forty centuries, but you imprison those who employ it privately.
Then I’ll make it so simple that even a Vulcan can understand.
Oo, have you met Medusa?
You keep interrupting, Mr. Evans. That’s considered wrong.
I just got a communiqué from Starfleet congratulating me on my good work, and thanking me for preserving the peace with the Cardassians.
…I did! I really did!
A lot of people are thinking about staying.
“But she was right, peace was the way.”
“She was right. But at the wrong time.”
“But perhaps the fault lies in ourselves; we were so eager to accept her; each of us, myself included, wanted to see something of Tasha in this woman. We saw more than what was there.”
Do you know what that means?
I really would rather not, sir.
There are times I envy you, Mr. Data.
You always said I looked good in a tuxedo.
Can’t wait to find out how the guys botched standing at a transporter.
You’ve never had to watch a patient die from this disease.
Jankom Pog can fix it!
I don’t believe this dialogue. Did humans really talk like that?