Do better. Be better.
You’re smart. I’m smarter.
Then I will have you as my Number Two.
You’re wasting your breath. And ours.
No! Belay that phaser order!
Haven’t you got anything better to do?
Man, have you looked in a mirror lately?
Of course. Otherwise, how can we learn?
Doctor, would you care to assist me in performing surgery on a photon torpedo?
The only reason they’ll ever let us in space is if they need someone to shine their shoes.
Great! We are walking paradoxes.
Yes, we are, Number One.
That is logical. You may proceed.
Thank you. Thank you very much. Captain, I’ve finished my tests on the M-5, and it must be hooked into your main power plants in order to be operative.
Our ship might not be the biggest, and we might do the missions nobody else wants, but we are still Starfleet.
What’s that?
They don’t create. They don’t produce. They don’t even think. They exist to service a machine.
You can’t handle a haymaker.
“Lock phasers on target.”
“Locking phasers on target.”
Resistance is futile.