LAFORGE: You know, this might work. We can’t change the gravitational constant of the universe, but if we wrap a low level warp field around that moon, we could reduce its gravitational constant. Make it lighter so we can push it.
Q: Glad I could help.
Buried deep within you, beneath all the years of pain and anger, there is something that has never been nurtured: the potential to make yourself a better man. And that is what it is to be human. To make yourself more than you are. Oh, yes — I know you. There was a time you looked at the stars and dreamed of what might be.
Do not show your face in this town again.
Move, puny human animal!
Not quite, Doctor. The field draws its energy FROM your bodies. The more you resist, the stronger the force field becomes.
Often Wrong’s got a broken heart - Can’t even tell his boys apart.
I gave you an order, lieutenant!
You’ll be charged with mutiny!
KIRK [OC]: Where are you?
SPOCK: I don’t believe I want to tell you. 
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KIRK: 
Spock, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but this is an order. Report back to me at the settlement in ten minutes. We’re evacuating all colonists to Starbase Twenty Seven.
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SPOCK: No, I don’t think so.
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KIRK: :eek:
You don’t think so, what?
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SPOCK: :dubious:
I don’t think so, sir!
Ship! … Out of danger!? … [gasp…cough]
It’s a human drink. It’s called root beer.
…Eh, I dunno.
Come on. Aren’t you just the least bit curious?
It’s vile!
Where I come from, that’s soda pop. This is a drink for a man.
It is… sniffs It is… it is green.
Don’t call me Tiny.
Doctor, do I understand him correctly? Are you casting me in the role of Satan?
So that’s when you hit the Klingons?
SCOTT: They called the Enterprise a garbage scow, sir.
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SCOTT: Well, sir, this was a matter of pride.
Slightly edited from:
Riker: They make love at the drop of a hat.
Tasha Yar: Any hat…sir.
Shut up, Wesley!