Data: [his fingers in a Chinese finger trap] Apologies, Captain. I seem to have reached an odd functional impasse. I am, uh… stuck.
Jean-Luc Picard: Then get unstuck and continue with the briefing.
Data: Yes, sir. That is what I’m trying to do, sir, but the solution eludes me.
Geordi La Forge: My hero.
SPOCK: I love you.
However, I hate you.
ALICE 210: But I am identical in every way with Alice Twenty Seven!
SPOCK: Yes, of course. That is exactly why I hate you.
Because you are identical.
ALICES: BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEPBEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP…
SPOCK: Faaascinating.
You humans, you never learn. You let your women go out in public, hold jobs, wear clothing, and you wonder why your marriages fall apart.
Sisko: He’s a little young for you, isn’t he?
Dax: He’s 27; I’m 28.
Sisko: Three hundred twenty-eight, maybe. Did you tell him about that slug inside you?
Dax: Yes, Benjamin; he knows I’m a Trill. He finds it fascinating.
Oh, and get that fish out of the ready room.
McCoy: Is that classical music?
Spock: Yes, it is.
Dr. Gillian Taylor: Do you guys like Italian?
Spock: No.
Kirk: Yes.
Spock: No.
Kirk: No, Yes.
Spock: No.
Kirk: Yes, I love Italian…
Kirk: And so do you.
Spock: Yes.
(Paris and Torres are floating in space, and the oxygen is running low)
B’Elanna Torres: I have to tell you the truth. I…I love you. (pause) Say something.
Tom Paris: Well, you’ve picked a great time to tell me.
Listen, Kirk, I can play anything you can figure out. Take the cards, big man. Show us how it’s played.
Darmok and Jalad at Tenagra.
“Surak.”
“Who?”
“The greatest of all who ever lived on our planet, captain. The father of all we became.”
“They fight like Klingons.”
“Then they can die like Klingons.”
No. I am not dead. Because I refuse to believe that the afterlife is run by you. The universe is not so badly designed!
I’m sensing great joy!
And gratitude.
Joy.
And gratitude.
.
SPOCK: Doctor, please, let me finish. There can be no excuse for the crime of which I’m guilty. I intend to offer no defence. Furthermore, I shall order Mister Scott to take immediate command of this vessel.
KIRK: Don’t you think you better check with me first?
SPOCK: Captain! Jim!
Vulcans never bluff.
In this galaxy, there’s a mathematical probability of three million earth-type planets…and in all the universe, three million million galaxies like this one. And in all of that, and perhaps more, only one of each of us. Don’t destroy the one named Kirk.
But things are not as they teach us. For the world is hollow…and I…have touched…the sky!
For that one fraction of a second, you were open to options you had never considered. That is the exploration that awaits you. Not mapping stars and studying nebulae, but charting the unknowable possibilities of existence.
Buried deep within you, beneath all the years of pain and anger, there is something that has never been nurtured: the potential to make yourself a better man. And that is what it is to be human. To make yourself more than you are. Oh, yes — I know you. There was a time you looked at the stars and dreamed of what might be.