Oh, I’m sure you believed that.
But if what you suspect is true, then I’m guilty; I should be punished.
Kiss it, baby it, flatter it if you have to, but keep it going!
That’s the same kind of nonsense that almost destroyed planet Omicron IV.
I consider the entire conversation as something… best forgotten.
You’re lucky you made it back at all, sir.
Your agonizer, Mr. Kyle.
I ain’t interested in your orders; from now on, you’re gonna take orders from me!
So you die, Captain, and we all move up in rank. No one will question the assassination of a captain who has disobeyed prime orders of the Empire.
This is an explosive, the most powerful one in history; if I were to drop this flask, the resulting explosion would vaporize this planet. Now do you see why it is ridiculous to resist me?
I will take your orders.
Your blood pressure is practically nonexistent, assuming you call that green stuff in your veins blood.
We’ve been through all that, Doctor; what’s the point of rehashing that subject?
Peace and quiet appeals to me, Lieutenant.
While, somewhere, something sits back and laughs and starts it all over again.
Thrusters on full.
“Shuttle en route.”
“Position, Bird of Prey?”
“…Closing.”
“Course of asteroid — I mean, ‘spaceship’ — two four one, mark one seven.”
You know, you’re causing a lot of trouble.
I got to make hits, I want you to help me hit them. That’s all.