“But you can’t possibly believe that James Kirk assassinated the chancellor of the High Council.”
“Mr. President… I don’t know what to believe.”
“I’d advise ya to keep dialin’.”
Sorry to nitpick, EH, but you’re off by one teeny letter, but it makes the line even funnier:
Spock: [Gangster accent] I would advise yas to keep dialin’, Oxmyx.
Still friends? 
You speak very strangely, friend. Are you from away?
ODO! TALK to me! TELL me something! Anything. LIE if you have to, but say it now, PLEASE!
Of course you should come! The splendor of fighting and killing; a bloodbath in the cause of vengeance - who wouldn’t want to come?
A shame, Captain. It would have been glorious.
“It is a good day to die.”
“It’s never a good day to lose a friend.”
A thousand throats may be cut in one night by a running man.
It’s also customary for you to show your respect… by kissing my scepter!
You are the thin, beige line between order and chaos.
KIRK: Surely Lazarus must realize what would happen if you should meet face to face outside the corridor.
LAZARUS B: Of course he knows, Captain, but he’s mad. You heard him. He’s lost his mind.
LAZARUS B: When our people found a way to slip through the warp and prove another universe, an identical one, existed, it was too much for him.
LAZARUS B: He could not live knowing that I lived. He became obsessed with the idea of destroying me.
What does it mean, “exact change”?
Your agonizer, please, Mr. Kyle.
MARTA: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer’s lease hath all too soon
GARTH: You wrote that?
MARTA: Yesterday, as a matter of fact.
GARTH: It was written by an Earth man named Shakespeare a long time ago!
MARTA: Which does not alter the fact that I wrote it again yesterday! I think it’s one of my best poems, don’t you?
My oath of celibacy is on record, Captain.
No, you mustn’t stop me. He’s my lover and I have to kill him.
Oh, my paws and whiskers! I’ll be late!
Mr. LaForge, why won’t my ship go?
A lie? :dubious:
A choice.
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