How long have you been rattling around in that kitchen?
I’m sorry… I’d like this order in writing, please.
Formal peachy.
“Push, Keiko! Push! PUSH!”
“I AM PUSHING!”
800 years waiting to be found.
“What’s that?”
“It’s history fulfilling itself.”
You ever quotes anything besides statistics, Vulcan?
We’ve been undercover.
“Ziyal was lonely. Last I checked, Garak was the only other Cardassian on the station.”
“The man is a cold-blooded, heartless killer.”
“Like I said, he’s a Cardassian.”
In human terms, a solid B-.
“We are assembled here today to pay final respects to our honored dead. And yet it should be noted that in the midst of our sorrow, this death takes place in the shadow of new life, the sunrise of a new world; a world that our beloved comrade gave his life to protect and nourish. He did not feel this sacrifice a vain or empty one, and we will not debate his profound wisdom at these proceedings. Of my friend, I can only say this: of all the souls I have encountered in my travels, his was the most… human.”
Two flashlights, really?
What are you doing?! I’m a representative of the United Federation of Planets!
What are children?
You’re going to hit them with a box?
I thought I would assume a pleasing shape.
Tell it to the magistrate.
“Any suggestions, admiral?”
“Prayer, Mr. Saavik. Klingons don’t take prisoners.”
Work well, and you will be treated well. Work badly, and you will die.
FLOWERS! Is there a “John-Luck Pickerd” here?