You obtuse piece of flotsam.
“Sir, our shields are dropping!”
“Raise them!”
“I can’t!”
“Where’s the override? The override?!”
It will be interesting to see if his brain matches his body.
“You will tell me the secret of the Genesis torpedo.”
“I have no knowledge.”
“Then I hope pain’s something you enjoy.”
“A pity you wasted your life on command, Jim; you’d have made a fair psychologist.”
Do you have a mirror?
My ancestry is French, yes.
Dr. McCoy said you were here. I should have felt it in the air, like static electricity.
You know, it’s a good thing you’re an engineer. With tact like that, you’d make a lousy psychiatrist.
And the same to you, Miss Lincoln.
It is more aptly described as a pocket in the garment of time.
Yes. That’s why it gets larger in the past.
“I have never before met a Vulcan, sir.”
“Nor I a work of art, madam.”
I had to get everyone’s attention. It was the quickest way.
You be careful with that thing.
It’s not real booze. You’re in a holosuite, remember?
You want me to pilot the shuttle.
You want to hurt us.
He was more than a hero. He was a union man!
I suspect even my attorney has begun to doubt me.