I bought a ticket to Boston, and Boston is where I’d like to go.
I am going to buy this ship. And then I shall hire you to pilot it.
To infinity, and beyond!
How these people maintain their sanity is beyond me.
Their rationality is in question.
Liberals! Intellectuals! Peacemongers! IDIOTS!
Look. He wouldn’t even talk to me unless I had a drink with him. And then, it took three shots of something called “tequila” just to find out that HE was the one we’re looking for! And I’ve spent the last twenty minutes trying to keep his hands off me! So don’t go criticizing my counseling techniques!
Oh, I’ll have “Mr. Adventure” eating out of my hand, sir. And I’ll see all of you at the rendezvous.
No, Admiral. You found us. You were at the rendezvous when we picked you up.
I want to know why you travel around with that ditzy guy who knows that Gracie is pregnant and calls you “Admiral.”
“Why Admiral,” Miles bared his teeth, “I told you I was going to deliver you more intelligence data than your Section could collect in a month.”
I’m not interested in your little ideas. I’m interested in something much larger. This habitat is dying. There is a political sickness inside of it. A tumor that needs to be removed. You and your company are in need of revenue… that is dying up. So… you built the torus. Can you override the servers and place a new president in power?
Don’t take another step or the president gets it between the eyes.
I am not a good man! And, I’m not a bad man. I am not a hero. I’m definitely not a president, and, no, I’m not an officer. You know what I am? I am an idiot, with a box, and a screwdriver, passing through, helping out, learning.
Hmm! Adventure. Hmmpf! Excitement. A Jedi craves not these things.
He who controls the spice controls the universe!!!
The medieval philosophers were right. Man is the center of the universe. We stand in the middle of infinity between outer and inner space, and there’s no limit to either.
The man who invented the Total Perspective Vortex did so basically in order to annoy his wife.
Which not only compromises Bajoran security, it also…annoys us.
You’re saying… it’s my fault the Earth is being destroyed?