One damn minute, Admiral.
I have little to say about it, captain. Except that for the first time in my life, I was happy.
Gracie is pregnant.
Open your mind; we move together… our minds sharing the same thoughts…
Sir, there is a multi-legged creature crawling on your shoulder.
Only Nixon can go to China.
It is the end of life. Eternity stops. Sadness for the end of things.
Jim. Your name…is Jim.
I am endeavoring, ma’am, to construct a mnemonic memory circuit using stone knives and bearskins.
Logic is a wreath of pretty flowers… which smell BAD
I do not approve; I understand.
(Spock is stoking the boiler when Edith comes in to confront them.)
EDITH: That toolbox was locked with a combination lock and you opened it like a real pro. Why did you do it?
SPOCK: I needed the fine tools for my radio work. They’d have been returned in the morning.
EDITH: I’m sorry, I can’t.
KIRK: If Mister Spock says that he needs the tools and that they’ll be returned tomorrow morning, you can bet your reputation on that, Miss Keeler.
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It’s not at all surprising, Doctor. He’s probably terrified of your beads and rattles.
Well, that’s better than “Hey, you.”
Ah… the giants.
You couldn’t pronounce it.
A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory. LLAP.
If you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
As I recall, I opposed your enlistment in Starfleet. It is possible that judgment was incorrect. Your associates are people of good character.
Pain! The children!