Khaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!!!
I know engineers. They love to change things.
I’ve got it, the disease. Love.
I’d advise ya ta keep dialin’.
Enterprise, what we got back… didn’t live long. Fortunately.
I signed aboard this ship to practice medicine, not to have my atoms scattered back and forth across space by this gadget.
I want to stay … stay … stay …
I would’ve…I would’ve…I would’ve…I would’ve.
“I’m afraid.”
“I knooooooooow…”
Detonator. Fuse. Primer. Mashie.
“Three minutes left. That wasn’t even dramatic.”
“Sorry. Next time.”
(From one of the novels.)
“We’re not leaving without our shuttle crew.”
“I warn you…”
“Enough! We have people who need our attention. We won’t hurt you, but we must help them.”
WHAM!
Please. I must touch you. I beg it. It is my existence.
You exist here.
I love Italian. And so do you.
You’re not exactly catching us at our best.
“You’re the Captain now, Mr. Kirk.”
In a pig’s eye…
This unit must die.
The guilty party has his choice: death by electrocution, death by gas, death by phaser, death by hanging…