So, four billion years ago, someone scattered this genetic material into the primordial soup of at least nineteen different planets across the galaxy?
For all we know, it might be a recipe for biscuits.
Inform the crew we’re going back.
Kirk: “You’re suffering from a Vulcan mind meld, doctor.”
McCoy: “That green-blooded son of a bitch! It’s his revenge for all the arguments he lost.”
As best I can tell, they’re born pregnant - which seems to be quite a time-saver!
Sorry, I’m not a bat.
No kill I.
There it is.
And, you’ll be pleased: our records show that it resulted in a new, and stronger, international agreement against the use of such weapons.
“But we have no use for such terrible weapons.”
“The danger remains so long as the knowledge exists.”
From DS9: “Armageddon Game”. What a deeply unhinged episode that was. We also get to learn about Julian Bashir’s foot fetish.
Don’t get smart, Tiny.
Nobody’s authorized to pass out!
Now — more than ever — I wish to search through the universe: to find a cure for myself, and others like me.
Are you not respecting dinner?
Don’t call me Tiny.
And you talk way too much, Mr. Crusher.
So would an ermine violin, Doctor, but I see no advantage in having one.
It’s a family heirloom. It’s been in the Howard clan for generations. It’s supposed to symbolize the enduring Howard spirit.
Ah, it is a volcano.
I’m from Iowa. I only work in space.