Your Honor, Starfleet was founded to seek out new life. Well, THERE IT SITS!
Bonk, Bonk! On the head!
“See, YOU understand. Why can’t she? Why can’t she be more like…”
“More like…”
“Well… a man.”
“So… you wish… Keiko… was a man.”
beat
“I wish I was on this trip with someone else, that’s what I wish.”
Chakotay: “Shield Generators?”
Harry Kim: “Online.”
Chakotay: “Plasma flow?”
Harry Kim: “Stable.”
Chakotay: “Comm. link?”
Harry Kim: “Secure.”
Chakotay: “Lunch?”
Harry Kim: (pause) “Salami sandwiches.”
I should have taken Quark up on his offer of a new replicator.
Zek: The Gamma Quadrant, gentlemen - millions of new worlds at our very doorstep. The potential for Ferengi business expansion is staggering.
Krax: And best of all, no one there has ever heard the name ‘Ferengi’!
Gral: Our reputation will be absolutely stainless.
Nava: Our word can be our bond.
Krax: Until we decide to break it!
Sticks and stones won’t break my bones, so you can imagine how I feel about being called names.
Picard: “Fine. You wish to be treated as human?”
Q: “Absolutely.”
Picard: “Very well. Mr. Worf. Throw him in the brig.”
Worf: “Delighted, Captain!”
Q: “You can’t do this to me, Jean-Luc.”
Worf: “You will walk, or I will carry you.”
Q: “Given the option? I’ll walk.”
Q: Let us pray, for understanding and for compassion.
Picard: Let us do no such damn thing! What is this need of yours for costumes, Q? Have you no identity of your own?
There is a new ship’s standing order on the bridge: When one is in the penalty box, tears are permitted.
Q: I know that you’re probably asking yourself: why would a brilliant, handsome, dashingly omnipotent being like Q want to mate with a scrawny little bipedal specimen like me?
Kathryn Janeway: Let me guess; no one else in the universe will have you?
“I’d die for my people, but–”
“Of course you would. Dying gets you off the hook. The real question is, are you willing to live for your people?”
Harcourt. Harcourt Fenton Mudd, what have you been up to? Nothing good, I’m sure. Well, let me tell you, you lazy, good-for-nothing…
Shut up!
Thing, thing, thing…
Do not approach me unannounced—especially while I am eating.
Transmit in all languages and on all frequencies: “We surrender.”
Time is the fire in which we burn.
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I’d be delighted to offer any advice I have on understanding women. When I have some, I’ll let you know.
“Will you visit me [in my quarters]?”
“It would be inappropriate.”
“Is that a yes or a no?”
This cultural mystique surrounding the biological function – you realize humans are overly preoccupied with the subject.
“Wait! If… you’ll call off your attack… I’ll turn over all our biogenic weapons.”
“Not enough!”
“All right, Javert. I’ll give you what you want. Me.”