The best I can tell [with the troubles] is that they’re born pregnant. Which seems to be quite a time-saver!
Helm, take evasive action.
Damn autocorrect. That, of course, was meant to say “tribbles”.
In play:
I brought something back from Risa… better than chocolate.
Our captain needs a vacation.
So, we begin.
Sela: “I rather enjoy writing. I don’t get to do a lot of it in this job.”
Data: “Perhaps you would be happier in another job.”
A meager price to pay to get you on the throne.
Capt. Picard: “We are doing everything in our power to control [the Maquis].”
Gul Evek: “The fact that my ship was attacked suggests your efforts have met with limited success.”
I will consider that advice.
The Minstrel-boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you’ll find him;
His father’s sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him—
“Land of song!” said the warrior-bard,
“Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!”
Perhaps another time.
The question isn’t what you are, it’s who you are.
This goo is you!
First love is always the sweetest, isn’t it?
Tea, Earl Grey, hot.
Milk. Warm. A dash of nutmeg.
Welcome, commander. Please enter. The Prophets await you.
My edge is still not off.
Romulan Commander: “Will you join me for dinner?”
Spock: “I am honored, Commander. Are the guards also invited?”
TORETH:Major. Welcome to our table.
TROI (disguised as a Romulan): Commander.
TORETH: I suggest you try the viinerine. It’s quite good.
(Troi has no idea what viinerine is. But she takes a bowl and spoons some stuff out onto her plate)
TORETH: I realise that it’s nothing compared to what you’re accustomed to on Romulus, but you could at least try the viinerine.
TROI (covering): I’ve smelled better viinerine on prison ships.
TORETH: No doubt.