Odo (to Garak): I have some bad news for you. Major Kira has an airtight alibi.
Oh no! I do apologize. You must be incensed. In fact, if I were in your shoes, I’d grab a bottle of champagne and shoot me.
SCOTT: A starship engine the size of a walnut? That’s impossible. But I don’t suppose there’d be any harm in looking over diagrams on it.
(Mulhall/Thalassa is looking at her reflection in a metallic surface when Scott comes in with a small doo-dad.)
MULHALL: Thank you. Have you prepared the negaton hydracoils for the drawing Sargon supplied?
SCOTT: For all the good it’ll do you. It’s a fancy name, but how will something that looks like a drop of jelly make this thing work? You’ll need microgears and a pulley that does what a muscle does.
MULHALL: That would be highly inefficient.
SCOTT: I tell you, lady, this thing won’t work.
SPOCK: It will have twice the strength and agility of your body, engineer, and will last a thousand years. That is, assuming you’ll stop wasting your time and allow us to complete it.
(Scott leaves as ‘Spock’ laughs.)
[Again from the Star Trek transcripts site, with line spacing added: The Star Trek Transcripts - Return To Tomorrow]
ODO! Talk to me! Tell me something! Anything! LIE if you have to, but say it now, PLEASE!
(From one of the most memorable scenes on DS9; the episode “The Die is Cast”.)
Garak: I seriously doubt the Finance Ministry would have me killed for failure to pay my taxes.
No changeling has ever harmed another.
The last time I saw her, she was wearing… she was wearing RED.
Because I don’t want to end up like my father!
Good tea. Nice house.
Harcourt Fenton Mudd, where have you been? What have you been up to? Have you been drinking again, you miserable sot?! You good-for-nothing thing thing thing…
What’s a knockout like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this?
Yeah, about that… don’t give up your day job.
By the book.
“Are you going to do nothing but stand by while she commits murder?”
Worf: “The closest human comparison would be… step-sister.”
Troi: “That would make my mother… your step-mother.”
Worf: “I had not considered that!”
beat
Worf: “That is a risk I am willing to take.”
“Welcome to Bajor.”
“It’s been a long time, captain.”
“Have we met before?”
“Yes, sir. We met in battle. I was on the Saratoga at Wolf 359.”
We will tell them the truth. All of the truth.
There is a limit to how far I will go to promote cultural diversity among my officers, and YOU’VE just reached it!
Sisko: “Commander, launch torpedoes.”
[Worf hesitates]
Sisko: "COMMANDER. I said launch torpedoes!"
Quite a motley crew you’ve assembled here, Benji!