If I jumped every time a light came on around here, I’d end up talking to myself.
Mr. Kim, we’re Starfleet officers. ‘Weird’ is part of the job.
I will take you home again, Kathleen…
Now we’ve got them right where they want us.
Tuvok: Mr. Neelix, may I ask what you are doing here?
Neelix: We’re bunk mates!
This is Captain Pavel Chekov speaking. You are in wiolation of Neutral Zone treaty.
Madness has no purpose. Or reason. But it may have a goal.
Captain, what you’re considering is an execution. An execution! Like they used to do to murderers centuries ago. And I’ve committed no crime at all.
If I save your butt, your life belongs to me. Isn’t that some kind of Indian custom?
The very notion that a Cardassian could have anything in common with a Klingon… it turns my stomach.
“Maybe they just decided they didn’t like me.”
“Not like YOU? Impossible.”
“You’re right, as always, doctor. They must have mistaken me for someone else.”
A most curious creature, Captain. Its trilling seems to have a tranquillising effect on the human nervous system. Fortunately, of course, I am immune to its effect.
Let me get this straight: trans-dimensional aliens have mistaken your Captain Proton simulation for reality.
“Signal our surrender.”
“Captain?!”
"We surrender!"
You can’t help but have starships, holodecks and chicken soup - because it was all determined 20 billion years ago!
SPOCK: Yes. Yes.
MCCOY: What is it, Spock?
SPOCK; An invention, Doctor. First potassium nitrate, and now if he can find some sulphur and a charcoal deposit or ordinary coal.
(Kirk is at the outcrop of sharp diamonds, and putting them into the bamboo too.)
MCCOY: What’s he doing?
SPOCK; Diamonds. The hardest known substance. Impelled by sufficient force, they would make formidable projectiles.
MCCOY: What force?
SPOCK: Recall your basic chemistry, Doctor. Gunpowder.
Data: I am superior, sir, in many ways, but I would gladly give it up to be human.
Riker: Nice to meet you… Pinocchio.
Ah! The giants.
We live in different universes, you and I. Yours is about diplomacy, politics, strategy. Mine is about blankets!
Pinocchio is broken, its strings are cut.