Wesley: He expects the impossible!
LaForge: That’s the short definition of “Captain.”
You soured the milk!
Computer, shut this bloody thing off. It’s time I acted my age.
Record ship arrival, dear.
You people certainly have interesting problems!
The ensign… simply got in the way.
Captain… Amb. Sarek and his wife are my parents.
What can you expect from a simpering, devil-eared freak, whose father was a computer and his mother an encyclopedia?
I fail to understand why I should care to induce my mother to purchase falsified patents.
Very nice, Mr Ears!
All right, you mutinous, disloyal, computerized half-breed! We’ll see about you deserting my ship! What makes you think you’re a man? You’re an overgrown jackrabbit; an elf with a hyperactive thyroid!
Well, frankly, I never liked Earthers. They remind me of Regulan bloodworms.
They also compared you with a Denebian slime devil.
Why do you build such a mystique around a simple biological function?
You’re a traitor from a race of traitors! Disloyal to the core! Rotten…like the rest of your subhuman race! And you’ve got the gall to make love to that girl!
“That is very logical, Captain.”
Didn’t think I had it in me, did you?
I’ve lost myself. I do not know who I am.
“you filthy liar!”
While I might trust the doctor to remove a splinter or lance a boil, I do not believe he has the knowledge to restore a brain.