Trapped on a barren planet and you’re stuck with the only Indian in the universe who can’t start a fire by rubbing two sticks together.
My people taught me, a man does not own land. He doesn’t own anything but the courage and loyalty in his heart. That’s where my power comes from.
Who else are you going to argue with if not your friends?
Dax: “You’re becoming more like Curzon all the time.”
Sisko: “I’m not sure how to take that.”
Worf: I will feed the cat.
*O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend. *
Quite a lovely animal, captain. I find myself strangely drawn to it.
I never saw one before in my life, and I hope I never see one of those fuzzy miserable things again.
Why is any object we don’t understand always called a thing?
Uhura is busy. I am monitoring.
[Klingons] are a bad influence on you. They’re prone to violence, they keep you out 'til all hours… Why don’t you find some nice Vulcan friends?
Move, puny human animal!
Let me get this straight: trans-dimensional aliens have mistaken your Captain Proton simulation for reality.
So that’s when you hit the Klingons?
Dr. Boyce: A man either lives life as it happens to him, meets it head-on and licks it, or he turns his back on it and starts to wither away.
Pike: Now you’re beginning to talk like a doctor, bartender.
Dr. Boyce: Take your choice. We both get the same two kinds of customers – the living… and the dying.
It’s* vile!*
What is it?
It is green.
More?
There are times, sir, when men of good conscience cannot blindly follow orders. You acknowledge their sentience, but ignore their personal liberties and freedom. Order a man to turn his child over to the state? Not while I’m his captain.
“This is terrible! You mean I’m stuck here with you?”
“No, it’s worse than that, I’m stuck here with you!”