All hands, brace for weird!
I did fall asleep reading a particularly erotic chapter in my grandmother’s journal…
This is highly improbable.
But we’re not here. Neither of us.
We’re in Mars orbit. All systems functioning.
You fool, look around you! The planet’s destroying itself!
Back us off, Ensign. Nice and slow.
Mister Spock, we’re at Warp Eleven Point Two — and accelerating.
“Put this on.”
“Why?”
“Because if you do not, I will kill you.”
“Have you forgotten my headaches, darling? I get them when you talk strangely like this.”
Be good, Philippa.
It is my sole purpose in life.
This is going to sound pretty wild.
I see what you mean, but then you’d have whole armies of Don Juans to fight off — and me, too!
You know, I’ve never seen a sunrise–at least, not the way you see it.
I find that it helps me think. But the real surprise is: I enjoy it so much.
It appears to be a probe of some kind, but there is no Starfleet record of this shape or design.
Oh, yeah — and it’s full of gold, too.
Are you feeling all right?
If I’m really dead, then my only regret is dying and finding you here.