JIM!
Maybe we’d better talk in here. The observation lounge has turned into a swamp.
“I don’t want to be here.”
“Then why do you exist here?”
Send in the clones.
:eek: The usage is correct. The creator was simply testing your memory banks.
Each of us… at some time in our lives, turns to someone - a father, a brother, a God… and asks…“Why am I here? What was I meant to be?”
Nothing unreal exists.
I… have had enough… of you!
Leonard James Aka-ar
Damn it, woman! I’m a doctor not an escalator.
Jim, when I requested to Spock that it was time for his routine check-up, your logical, unemotional First Officer turned to me and said: ‘You will cease to pry into my personal matters, Doctor, or I will certainly break your neck!’
And I have never met a work of art.
Garak: A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
Beauty… survives.
What is necessary is never unwise.
By golly, Jim… I’m beginning to think I can cure a rainy day!
Get the cheese to sickbay!
This is where the law is. Not in that homogenized, pasteurized, synthesized… do you want to know the law? The ancient concepts in their own language? Learn the intent of the men who wrote them, from Moses to the Tribunal of Alpha III?
Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations.
Don’t you think I know that!?