Belay that phaser order!
Can we do nothing without consulting the ancient records?
Get away from that transmitter!
Sir, there’s a multi-legged creature crawling on your shoulder.
“If they go in there, we’ll lose them.”
“Explain it to them.”
“I refer you to the psychological theory of the racial subconscious.”
I don’t even know who I am, anymore.
A hero’s welcome, son? Is that what you’d like? Well, God knows there should be. This time we paid for the party with our dearest blood.
If there is nothing to lose–no sacrifice–then there is nothing to gain.
That’s the kind of irresponsible spending that causes so many business ventures to fail.
I canna change the laws of physics. I’ve got to have thirty minutes.
I’m surprised the Vulcans never conquered your race.
Tell me how your planet, Vulcan, looks on a lazy evening when the moon is full.
Ah, what have we here?
The explanation is beaming aboard now, Captain.
You were right.
You think this is its way of saying “Hi, there!”’ to the people of Earth?
“Darmok. The ocean. Darmok on the ocean.” A metaphor? For being alone? Isolated?
Wait for me.
“He? You came in with a she!”
“One little mistake.”