I will restrict myself to a proud grin.
I wish I could explain it to you.
Well, I’ve never been afraid of reevaluating my convictions, Professor — and, now, I have twenty million reasons to do so.
Logic! Logic! I’m sick to death of logic. Do you want to know what I think of your logic?
Logic?! For godsakes, the man’s talking about logic! We’re talking about universal Armageddon! You green-blooded, inhuman…
However you come to terms with your beliefs, Captain, I must tell you that I’m quite comfortable with mine.
I’m not feeling motivated to be valuable to anyone but myself.
Limitless power! Limitless wealth! And solar systems ruled by the elite! We, gentlemen, are that elite — and we must take what is rightfully ours, from the decadent weaklings that now hold it!
New cities and homes in the country. Your woman at your side. Children playing at your feet, and overhead, fluttering in the breeze, the flag of the Federation! Charming.
No. No, you can’t get away. “From Hell’s heart, I stab at thee. For hate’s sake, I spit my last breath at thee.”
Not, I think, today, Commander.
To absent friends.
Your move, Captain.
How would you respond to “Queen to Queen’s Level Three?”
The question is irrelevant.
Resistance is futile.
Very astute.
“Picard’s empath won’t trust you.” That’s what they all said.
“Sha’Ka’Ree.”
“Qui’Tu.”
“Vorta Vor.”
“Eden.”
“It’s better where I’m going. It’s more interesting.“