You don’t have the lobes.
“Hope? :dubious: I always thought that was a human failing, Mister Spock.”
“True, Doctor. Constant exposure does result in a certain degree of contamination.”
In a pig’s eye.
From Star Trek Beyond, hence I’ll put it in spoiler tags:
You gave your girlfriend a tracking device?!
Uhura: [shouting] Sir, if I could cut him off, don’t you think I…?
[She suddenly remembers to whom she’s speaking and visibly gets her temper under control]
Uhura: Yes, sir. I’ll keep trying.
Capt. Kirk: [ruefully] Sorry.
Another glorious chapter in Klingon history. Tell me, do they still sing songs about the Great Tribble Hunt?
Of course you should come! The splendor of fighting and killing; a bloodbath in the cause of vengeance - who wouldn’t want to come?
To absent friends…
The needs of the one outweighed the needs of the many.
Then everything he was… everything he knew… is lost.
I’ll do it in three.
“He cheated.”
“I changed the conditions of the test.”
Let’s get the hell out of here.
Ah, well. There’s no accounting for taste.
I don’t like that. I don’t think I ever did, and now I’m sure!
Queen to Queen’s level 3.
No bloody A, B, or C!
It would have been glorious.
It’s vile… It’s so bubbly and cloying and happy… Just like the Federation!
“HOME! I want to go home!”
“And you will! I promise you, as soon as this is over, I’ll take you back to Deep Space Nine.”
“NO! Not to the station… home with my people!”