CAPTAIN PICARD! I cannot allow you to leave… until we can go forward. The cycle must end.
ZAP!
CAPTAIN PICARD! I cannot allow you to leave… until we can go forward. The cycle must end.
ZAP!
Well, I’m not wading through 27 pages to see if I’m duplicating someone else, so I’m going to leave this hear for the hell of it because I died laughing the first time I heard it.
Captain, I must protest. I am not a Merry Man!
“Are you wearing your hair differently, Lieutenant?”
“It’s still regulation, Admiral.” (Somehow, I kind of doubt that, but hey, it’s the 23rd (?) century.)
Benjamin Sisko.
“Computer, delete entire log entry.”
In the Pale Moonlight. Best episode of all the Treks ever.
Good dog, Porthos
“How’d you like your first command?”
“…Comfortable chair.”
Oh, well, now. Aren’t you contentious for a minor bipedal species?
What are you, Worf? Do you tremble and quake with fear at the approach of combat… hoping to talk your way out of a fight… like a Human… or do you hear the cry of the warrior… calling you to battle… calling you to glory… like a Klingon? Are you one of us?
Time is the fire in which we burn.
I know Klingons like to be alone on their birthday. You probably want to meditate, or hit yourself with a pain stick or something.
Harry Mudd AKA Leo Walsh: “You’re a hard man, Captain.”
Kirk: “And you’re a liar, Mr. Walsh. I think we understand each other.”
Create an adversary capable of defeating Data.
Here’s something a little different:
“He’s dead, Jim!”
[indent]-- Paris (played by Leonard Nimoy) to Jim Phelps, at the scene
– of a drive-by shooting at a sidewalk cafe.[/indent]
(I swear it, they wrote that into the script on purpose. I wonder how many takes they had to shoot before they managed to play the scene with straight faces.)
… except on Tuesdays.
Jim, this man is a Klingon!
This is NOT Nancy, Doctor!
“I will KILL you, and those in the shuttle!”
“But you will still be here! In this place! Forever. Alone. Immortal!”
“GWAAAAAAH!”
“I’m not taking you anywhere.”
Mind your own business, Mister Spock. I’m sick of your half-breed interference, do you hear? Mind your own business, Mister Spock. I’m sick of your half-breed–
{then passes out as duplicate awakens}
I think you should be destroyed.
I thank you for your sympathy, but she is here. Her presence so enriched my life that I could not allow her to pass into oblivion. So I incorporated her programs back into my own. I have transferred her memories to me.