Your band of murderers did this.
Your genocidal maniacs did this!
BELE: You’re finished, Lokai! … You’re dead, you half-white!
LOKAI: … I’ll take you with me, you half-black.
Change is the essential process of all existence.
Don’t move. You’ll only die harder.
That green-blooded son of a bitch! It’s his revenge for all the arguments he lost.
Normal is what everyone else is and you are not.
I’m concerned about the boy, Jim.
Peace, or utter destruction. It’s up to you.
“Random chance seems to have operated in our favor.”
“In plain, non-Vulcan English, we’ve been lucky.”
“I believe I said that, Doctor.”
Are you out of your Vulcan mind?
Off the deep end, Mr. Scott.
I’m in control of my emotions… Control of my emotions… I am an officer. An officer. My duty. My duty is… (great sobbing)
I’ve got it, the disease. Love. You’re better off without it, and I’m better off without mine. This vessel, I give, she takes. She won’t permit me my life. I’ve got to live hers.
You know, coming back in time, changing history… that’s cheating.
If you can’t take a little bloody nose, maybe you ought to go back home and crawl under your bed. It’s not safe out here. It’s wondrous, with treasures to satiate desires both subtle and gross. But it’s not for the timid.
Seven of Nine: You will be assimilated.
Neelix: No time for that now. Maybe later.
Voice from two cubes: We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.
The only response: <Two blasts of energy which instantly destroy each of the cubes.>
Fire at will!
[Riker looks up]. :eek: