[not sure what #1799 was about…]
Dr. McCoy: I’m trying to thank you, you pointed-eared hobgoblin!
Spock: Oh, yes, you Humans have that emotional need to express gratitude. “You’re welcome”, I believe, is the correct response.
If we don’t get more power to the warp drive, we’re going to have to get out and push.
How long can you hold your breath, Cadet?
Gem: “…!”
Computer, compute to the last digit the value of pi.
You are flawed and imperfect! Execute your prime function!
If you drop a hammer on your foot, it’s hardly useful to get mad at the hammer.
Believing oneself to be perfect is often the sign of a delusional mind.
I am Lord Garth, formerly of Izar, and I lead the future masters of the universe.
Truth is simply an excuse for a lack of imagination.
If there’s any way we can look into this man’s mind to see if what he’s seeing is real or delusion…
Tom Paris: I’m a pilot, Harry, not a doctor.
“I’d order them to go out and kill Bajoran scum. And they’d do it; they’d murder them. And they’d come back covered in blood, but they felt clean. And why did they feel that way, Major? Because they were clean!”
Rom’s an idiot. He couldn’t fix a straw if it was bent.
My father is a mechanical genius. He could have been chief engineer of a starship if he’d had the opportunity. But he went into business, like a good Ferengi. The only thing is, he’s not a good Ferengi. Not when it comes to acquiring profit. So now, all he has to live for is the slim chance that someday, somehow, he might be able to take over my uncle’s bar. Well, I’m not going to make the same mistake. I want to do something with my life. Something worthwhile.
The Borg wouldn’t know fun if they assimilated an amusement park.
You Klingon bastard, you killed my son.
I’m a doctor, not a coal miner.
I hate temporal mechanics.
Ya canna change the laws of physics!