Admiral… where’s Sloan?
To HELL with our orders.
Ohhhhhh, shit!
I will feed him.
:: sneezes ::
I am a Klingon warrior, and a Starfleet officer. I’ve piloted starships through Dominion minefields; I’ve stood in battle against Kelvans twice my size; I courted and won the heart of the magnificent Jadzia Dax. If I can do these things, I can make this child go to sleep!
O’Brien: Ensign Crusher.
Wesley: Yes, sir.
O’Brien: If you ever touch my transporter again, I’ll kill you.
(From the screenplay of “The Ensigns of Command”).
A cranky transporter’s a mighty finicky piece of machinery to be gambling your life on, sir.
Dukat: Just remember when you fire that thing, you’re aiming it at a Klingon.
Garak: I’ll try to keep that in mind.
WORF: For what we consider love, sir, I would need a Klingon woman.
RIKER: What about plain old basic sex? You must have some need for that.
WORF: Of course, but with the females available to me, sir, Earth females, I must restrain myself too much. They are quite fragile, sir.
:dubious:
That was from the Trek Transcripts site. “Justice” from season 1 of TNG. (Except that I added the emoticon.)
But you may be interested in this site I found through a google search. (I have a less than super-powerful memory once we go past TOS.)
HERE IT IS!
Seldom have I heard an explanation so… well-rehearsed.
He’s biting that female!
A lie is a very poor way to say hello.
The advocate will refrain from making her opponent disappear.
He had a mean look. I had to freeze him. I like happy looks.
He would not have injured you. Recognize this? The stun setting?
… She’s not the same. Not like you. She’s, she’s just a girl. You’re, you smell like a girl…
Very nice, Mr. Ears.
We slith among the mimsey toves, and gyre among the borogoves.
Don’t you think he’s funny? I think he’s funny.
Maybe he could play something with a little more… bounce to it?