Admiral, there be whales here!
Computer, deactivate food slot.
I am not our father.
That is the second time you have accused me of speaking with another man’s voice.
Tea, Earl Grey, hot.
I guess we popped the champagne cork too soon, hey?
I will consider that advice.
After all, what could possibly go wrong?
You Klingon bastard, you’ve killed my son. Oh! You Klingon bastard, you’ve killed my son! You Klingon bastard!
I work for one of the nation-states of this era — “Great Britain” — which is battling various other nations in what is called “The Cold War.”
It’s called ‘root beer.’
Frozen? How?
Does he have any conditions?
Human females are so repulsive.
You haven’t got the lobes.
I’ll double up on the left jabs and see what happens.
Just like the Federation.
A shoeshine boy. A convict. Someone dreaming of a better future.
Frankly, that’s on you.
He knows, Doctor. He knows.