There has to be.
I don’t care what you think; just what you know.
The Gorn won’t know what we’re up to.
“You enjoyed that.”
“You’re damned right.”
A law is an ideal. A beacon to remind us how to be our better selves.
Are you prepared to condemn him, and all who come after him, to servitude and slavery? Your Honor, Starfleet was founded to seek out new life; well, there it sits! Waiting.
“Oh, have fun with the sinister robots, who definitely aren’t trying to trap you guys!”
“Thanks!”
A faint signal from Starfleet, sir.
“They’re gonna tie us together face-to-face and lay brood pods in our necks so we have to look at each other in the eye while their young burst out of our chests.”
“You know of our customs?”
I am a Vulcan. I have no ego to bruise.
I know engineers. They love to change things!
Fly us closer.
“Hey! Get back here! This is gonna be fun; there’ll be magma!”
“I JUST GOT THESE HANDS!”
“I’m a doctor, not a whatever-the-fuck-THIS-is.”
My attempt at humor.
“I could give you a night that would light fire in your dreams until you die and you would reject me?”
“Oh, yes.”
He gave his life to save us.
The advocate will refrain from making his opponent disappear.
How is your leek sorbet?
I had assumed you needed help. I see I was in error.