Throw him off the cliff! Hurry! The gods must be appeased with fresh blood! Hurry!
You are not of the Body!
I love you. But I hate you.
Jean-Luc! It’s so good to see you again. How about a big hug?
Growl for me, Worf. Eat any good books lately?
My hair does not require trimming, you lunkhead.
Please don’t feel compelled now to tell me the story of “The Boy Who Cried ‘Worf’”.
Hoch jaghpu’Daj HoHbogh SuvwI’ yIvup.
(Pity the warrior who slays all his foes.)
My dear girl, I am a doctor. When I peek, it’s in the line of duty.
Q: … Number Two…
For them there are only two choices, one or zero - yes or no.
“Oochy wootchy koochy coo,” Captain?
The more complex the mind, the greater the need for the simplicity of play.
I bet you were a jumper.
Congratulations, you are fully dilated to ten centimeters. You may now give birth.
Captain’s log: Stardate…Armageddon.
Captain’s log, stardate unknown. During an ion storm…
(But you’d think that since no time-travel was involved, only a dimensional shift, he could go by subjective time, which in all likelihood would match the time where he was.)
I have never questioned the orders or the intelligence of any representative of the Federation. Until now.
Captain, it’s quite all right. They forget I am half human.
Lokai is white on the right side. All of his people are white on the right side.