Captain, I assure you no one has ever treated me otherwise.
Data, you’re missing the point.
Your agonizer, please.
No, sir; I am not under your — nor anyone else’s — command.
Three thousand meters and closing!
With a sixteen-year gap in my head?
You’re a very agile man, Mister Atoz! Just how many of you are there?
What if I were to tell you that there are only four on this entire planet? Not counting Constable Odo, of course.
Every moment is a test.
And we still can’t even say ‘hello’ to these people.
I am experiencing nIb’poH, the feeling I have done this before.
That’s right: you’re doing it right now, you did it before, and you’ll do it again.
You either need a new uniform or a new neck.
I will accept neither of those alternatives, gentlemen.
I have a friend that talks about Earth the same way that you do. Would you like to meet him?
Yes, sir; and will this be a sequel to “Connecticut Yankee”, Mister Twain?
Didn’t she just get turned into a futuristic cavewoman?
Yes, I think so. And unusually bright! It’s amazing, isn’t it?
How’d you know I was bluffing?
All I had to do was to say that I could see five lights when, in fact, there were only four.