Perhaps today is a good day to die.
Today, I am a warrior! I must show you my heart! I travel the River of Blood!
GAAAAAAAAAH!
For attempted mutiny?
I will have to say: “This morning, I was the leader of the universe as I knew it; this afternoon, I am only a voice in a chorus. But I think it was a good day.”
Annie with the golden hair
Silly, it’s gray now.
I see only the gold.
Don’t love her! Don’t love her! She’ll kill you if you love her!
I suppose, by the transitive principle, I, too, must be Vulcan as a motherfucker.
I always thought Spock was a bit of a pirate at heart.
Fuck, yeah! Logic, bitch!
Your method of communication is most elegant, and quite beautiful.
Ugh, it’s for Frontier Day.
The visor, or being blind?
Save your energy. Save yourselves. Avoid the planet Earth at all costs.
Farewell.
A reverse application of what happened to us; logically, it could work. Also, logically, there are a hundred variables — any one of which could put us in a worse position than we’re in now.
Belay that order, Mr. Data.
Objection denied; this is a court of the year 2079 — by which time more rapid progress had caused all ‘United Earth’ nonsense to be abolished.
“We’re not leaving without our shuttle crew.”
“I warn you -”
“Enough! We have people in need of attention. We won’t hurt you, but we must help them.”
“Oh, nonsense. Let’s keep our priorities straight.”
I’d like you to teach me that sometime.
He wants your obedience to the Brotherhood of Aliens.