“Well, I’m a trained psychologist. Perhaps I can help.”
“You cow! A chair could sense ‘hostility’!”
My all-time favorite, as I remember it:
“A thousand throats can be cut in one night by a running man!”
“Oh, this? Just something I … slipped on.”
If you were any other man I’d kill you where you stand.
Ramming speed!
Tough little ship…
Little?
By Grabthar’s hammer…
You managed to get your shirt off I see.
(Maybe we need another thread for these?)
That’s not what he said, farm boy. “Admiral, if we were to assume those whales are ours to do with as we please, we would be as guilty as those who caused…” – past tense! – “…their extinction.” I have a photographic memory. I see words.
Why can’t I blow off just one of his ears?
I am endeavoring, ma’am, to construct a mnemonic memory circuit using stone knives and bearskins.
Unreal. Appearances only. They are shadows. Illusions. Nothing but ghosts of reality. They are lies. Falsehoods. Specters without body. They are to be ignored.
Remember…
How many fingers am I holding up?
Dammit, Jim, that’s not funny!
Carbon unit infestations.
Lucky his heart’s where his liver should be, or he’d be dead now.
“Dammit Jim, I’m a proctologist, not a homosexual!”
ok I cheated
Apparently you can’t teach an old god new tricks.
I’ll call you the next time I pass through your star system.
“Goin’ back to Eden…”
Regards,
Shodan
“Oh, on the Starship Enterprise There’s someone who’s in Satan’s guise, Whose devil’s ears and devil’s eyes Could rip your heart from you! At first his look could hypnotize, And then his touch would barbarize. His alien love could victimize… And rip your heart from you! And that’s why female astronauts Oh very female astronauts Wait terrified and overwrought To find what he will do. Oh girls in space, be wary, be wary, be wary! Girls in space, be wary! We know not what he’ll do.”
No, Captain, some… thing. Cold, it was, like a… stinking draft out of a slaughterhouse, but it wasn’t… really there. Like a… if you know what I mean.