O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.
There’s no such thing as a safe tribble.
So that’s when you hit the Klingons?
Jean-Luc Picard: *[referring to a disembodied head] * Data, is this yours?
*Au fond c’est vrai, nous sommes tous Parisiens.
*
(Deep down, it is true: we are all Parisians)
Au contraire, mon capitaine! He’s back!
Riker: [After Q gives him 2 attractive women] I don’t need your fantasy women!
Q: Oh, you’re so stolid! You weren’t like that before the beard.
You have to be either an obsessive crackpot who’s escaped from his keeper, or Samuel T. Cogley, Attorney at Law.
Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named “Enterprise.”
“The first duty of every Starfleet officer is to the truth, whether it’s scientific truth or historical truth or personal truth! It is the guiding principle on which Starfleet is based. And if you can’t find it within yourself to stand up and tell the truth about what happened, you don’t deserve to wear that uniform! I’m going to make this simple for you, Mr. Crusher: either you come forward and tell Admiral Brand what really took place, or I will.”
“Captain…”
“Dismissed!”
Capt. Picard and Cadet Crusher
Lal: Thank you for my life.
A Vulcan can no sooner be disloyal than he can exist without breathing.
Nothing unreal exists.
I am the guy who writes down things to remember to say when there is a party. And then when he finally gets there he winds up alone, in the corner, trying to look… comfortable examining a potted plant.
Muzzle it.
End transmission.
Androids don’t eat, Ms Chapel.
Your agonizer, please.
Apparently, some sort of transposition has taken place. I find it… extremely interesting.
Every time you feel love, it’ll be different. Every time it’s different.