The mere presence of beings like yourselves is intensely painful to us.
Our existence is disrupted whenever one of you enters the passage!
It’s GREEN!
That’s Vina again, as the green Orion slave girl?
They’re like animals, vicious, seductive. They say no human male can resist them.
Mr. Data? Shut up. Fifteen years I’ve been waiting to say that!
Well, what do you know. I finally got the last word.
Guilty…
PROVISIONALLY!
Don’t tell me — you’re from outer space.
…No, I’m from Iowa. I only work in space.
“Of all the… son of a… couldn’t you have waited five seconds?”
“Captain?”
“He was just about to explain the whole thing!”
"You want to go back?!"
“Absolutely not!”
“It’s cold!”
MCCOY: The Vulcan you knew won’t exist for another five thousand years. Think, man. What’s happening on your planet right now, this very moment?
SPOCK: My ancestors are barbarians. Warlike barbarians.
MCCOY: Who nearly killed themselves off with their own passions. Spock, you’re reverting into your ancestors five thousand years before you were born!
SPOCK: I’ve lost myself. I do not know who I am.
Sir, I protest! I am not a merry man!
“I was never that young.”
“No… you were younger.”
The rest of us have been gone for a thousand years. If you remember what we were, and how we lived, then we’ll have found life again.
And I am as dead as my planet. Does that frighten you, James Kirk? For if it does, if you let what is left of me perish, then all of you, my children, all of mankind must perish, too.
Your use of language has altered since our arrival. It is currently laced with, shall I say, more colorful metaphors-- “Double dumb-ass on you” and so forth.
You’re a very agile man, Mister Atoz! Just how many of you are there?
This is not Nancy. If she were Nancy, could she take this?
Stop it! Stop it, Spock! Stop it!
Is that Nancy, Doctor?
No.
No!
The ex-wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce. All I got left is my bones.
All ship’s doctors are dirty old men.
There…are…four…lights!