He’s Popeye, the sailor man.
I yam what I yam.
Ah-yuk-uk-uk-uk-uk!
Yabba dabba doo!
Here I come to save the day!
Speed of lightning, roar of thunder
Fighting all who rob or plunder
To boldly go where no man has gone before. . .
Pigs… in Spaaace!
Tom, I just projected that heading. It will take the scout right into the sun!
Hello. I’m the Doctor. Care for a jelly baby?
Logic is the beginning of wisdom, not the end
A homo habilis discovering his opposable thumbs says what…?
What has two thumbs and doesn’t give a crap? Bob Kelso! How ya doin’?
[solving the riddle] There were three men in a boat with four cigarettes and no matches. How did they manage to smoke? They threw one cigarette overboard and make the boat a cigarette lighter!
When was the last time you smoked a cigarette?
Captain, you look like a man who really knows how to navigate. I’d love to see your equipment.
This is Jean-Luc Picard, Captain of the Enterprise.
Fascinating.
Captain’s log: We’re passing through a swarm of comets. I’m steering directly for them, because in space, comets are the icebergs of the sky. By striking one, we shall prove once and for all that luxury and hubris can go hand-in-hand.
Now I find that highly illogical.