O’Brien… oh yes. Weren’t you one of the little people?
Take it. It’s not a cheat. It’s a miracle for some man who can appreciate it and who needs it.
By golly, Jim, I’m beginning to think I can cure a rainy day.
All of my old friends look like doctors. All of his look like you.
Well, don’t look at me, it’s the tribbles who are breeding!
It would destroy such life in favor of its new matrix.
Ugly giant bags of mostly water.
You judge yourselves against the pitiful adversaries you have encountered so far.
The Romulans, the Klingons… :rolleyes:
They are nothing compared to what’s waiting…
Hailing frequencies open, Captain.
"Worf, it sounds like it works great for the Klingons, but… I think I need to try something a little less… dangerous?”
“Go to her door, beg like a human.”
It’s like a jigsaw puzzle, all one color. No key to where the pieces fit in.
Why? Why, to give you a taste of your future. A preview of things to come. Con permiso, Capitan. The hall is rented; the orchestra engaged. Now it’s time to see if you can dance.
Fighting off all the species which you’ve insulted would be a full-time mission. That’s not the one I signed up for.
“You brought us here, you exposed us to them, and you cost us the lives of our shipmates!”
"…Oh, please."
I am sensing an emotional presence, Captain. I would normally describe it as being terrified.
Kirk: “Are you afraid of cars?”
Spock: “Not at all, Captain. It’s your driving that alarms me.”
“Sure you won’t change your mind?”
“Is there something wrong with the one I have?”
So, is it worth something to you? Or should I just punch up ‘clear’?
And if my grandmother had wheels, she’d be a wagon.
O’Brien: Sixteen years old and dating a dabo girl. beat Godspeed, Jake.