We search out and identify potential dangers to the Federation.
I’ve grown to hate Fridays.
I used a hand phaser, and zap! Hot coffee.
His passion lies in the perfection of the tools of violence; how delightfully primitive!
Wait! I won’t have this! I haven’t dismissed you yet! Stop! I won’t have this!
It was appealing for a few centuries, but I bore easily.
I object to you. I object to intellect without discipline. I object to power without constructive purpose.
Captain Picard, my interpretation of Ventaxian law suggests that, under these circumstances, this is acceptable. Your objection is overruled.
Is that the act of a brother?
I’m just not ready to give up my life here. Not yet.
If she’s here, she’s rigged for silent running.
But, Captain, how does she know about us? Does she read our minds?
I guess it’s better to be lucky than good.
It’d be best if you kept your assumptions to yourself, wouldn’t it?
Kim! Kim! Kim! Kim!
Rai and Jiri at Lungha. Rai of Lowani. Lowani under two moons. Jiri of Ubaya. Ubaya of crossed roads at Lungha. Lungha, her sky grey. Rai and Jiri at Lungha.
Permission to speak freely, sir?
Please just go on doing what you were doing, and pretend I’m not here.
Put it on my account. I’ll wear it to work.
(Jill Jacobson, RIP)
An elegant solution, but I fail to understand why you apparently try to conceal your blindness, Doctor Jones.