It appears we have lost our sex appeal, Captain.
Honey? I’m home!
My programming may be inadequate to the task.
My people have been watching your world for years. We know all about you: baseball, root beer, darts, atom bombs.
Ah, yes. The giants.
Mr. Worf: Fire.
A question! Since before your sun burned hot in space and before your race was born, I have awaited a question.
The best way to bring down a ruler is to make his people suffer.
Let them charge into their destruction!
Q: [to Worf] I can’t disappear any more than you could win a beauty contest.
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: Data… Data, why are you laughing?
Lt. Cmdr. Data: I do not know. But it was a wonderful… feeling.
Do you always harpoon the local wildlife?
I thank you for your sympathy, but she is here. Her presence so enriched my life that I could not allow her to pass into oblivion. So I incorporated her programs back into my own. I have transferred her memories to me.
He sure sounds gloomy.
Take care, young ladies, and value your wine.
Be watchful of young men in their velvet prime.
Deeply they’ll swallow from your finest kegs,
Then swiftly be gone, leaving bitter dregs.
Ahh-ah-ah-ah, bitter dregs.
Sewage takes on a whole new meaning when it comes from a dozen different species.
Oh, what primitive fury. Why, he’s the very soul of sublime savagery.
Relieve Commodore Decker of command, Spock. That’s a direct order.
Mr. Sulu, If I’d wanted a Russian history lesson, I’d have brought along Mr. Chekov.
Mister Chekov. The floor is no place for an officer. Attention!
Now stand absolutely still.
Yes, Captain!
Hie! Hie! Hie! Hie! Hie!
That’s better, Mister Chekov.