So let me get this straight: no sleep, no food, no women. No wonder you’re so angry. After thirty or forty years of that I’d be angry too.
I…am…KIROK!!!
Perhaps the unfortunate incident when I was a child…?
Oh, I am sorry, Doctor. Were we having fun?
A very interesting game, this poker.
Ooh, look what you got, two jacks. You got a half fizzbin already!
I never knew what Spock was doing. When he was a boy, he would disappear for days into the mountains. I asked him where he had gone, what he had done, he refused to tell me. I insisted that he tell me. He would not. I forbade him to go. He ignored me. I punished him. He endured it, silently. But always he returned to the mountains. One might as well ask the river not to run. But secretly I admired him, the proud core of him that would not yield.
Seize the time, Meribor. Live now. Make now always the most precious time. Now will never come again.
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Yes. Yes. A… a smell. A strange smell. It was like… it was like… like being smothered in honey.
Logic is a little tweeting bird chirping in a meadow. Logic is a wreath of pretty flowers which smell BAD. Are you sure your circuits are registering correctly? Your ears are green.
SAREK: Spock acted in the only logical manner open to him. One does not thank logic, Amanda.
AMANDA: Logic, logic! I’m sick to death of logic. Do you want to know how I feel about your logic?
SPOCK: Emotional, isn’t she?
SAREK: She has always been that way.
SPOCK: Indeed? Why did you marry her?
SAREK: At the time, it seemed the logical thing to do.
Well, you did kill my ex-husband, and that’s not a bad start.
I am… Locutus… of Borg. Resistance is futile. Your life, as it has been, is over. From this day forward, you will service… us.
Third of Five: Resistance is futile.
Guinan: It isn’t. My people resisted when the Borg came, to assimilate us. Some of us survived.
Third of Five: Resistance… is not futile?
Guinan: No. But thanks to you, there are very few of us left. We’re scattered throughout the galaxy. We don’t even have a home anymore.
Third of Five: What you are saying… is that you are lonely.
Guinan: What?
Third of Five: You have no others. You have no home. We… are also lonely.
Neelix, you’ve just returned from the dead. Go easy on yourself.
I didn’t come all the way out here just to be crushed to death in an alien ship by some nameless gas giant planet!
Kirk is a Jerk…
Help me, Kirk…
My people have been watching your world for years. We know all about you: baseball, root beer, darts, atom bombs.