“How many fingers?”
It’s a matter of comic timing.
My timing is digital.
“There is an old Vulcan saying: ‘Only Nixon could go to China.’”
“There. Are. Four. Lights.”
IiihhHHH!! - don’t care, if you hit, the broad side of a barn.
Why would I wish to hit such a structure?
I waited all weekend for that, and you beat me by one hour and forty minutes!!!?
“I hate you.
I berate you.”
Target that explosion and fire…
I don’t need you.
“Thing’s gotta have a tailpipe.”
I can’t change the laws of physics - I gots to have thir-ty minutes.
Bonk bonk! Bad thread!
“My poor bairns!”
Mr. Scott - try inverse phasing.
There is a logical way to proceed. Place your toe in the boot and Push!
“From Hell’s heart, I stab at thee…for hate’s sake, I spit my last breath at thee.”
I don’t believe in the No Win Scenario.
I fail to comprehend your indignation, sir. I have simply made the logical deduction that you are a liar.
“Meow”, Isis? You really Must be nervous.
…
That, Miss Lincoln, is simply my cat.
They are not the hell your whales.