“Would it be a breach of discipline for a lowly leutenant to kiss the captain on his own bridge?”
The Zek wanted to know the outcome of the game before it was played.
“I wager 20 quatloos on the newcomer!”
“I don’t want any more Spiken Flame Gems.”
I use that to polish the flame gems.
“It’s called ‘root beer’.”
It was inwented by a little old lady from Leningrad.
“Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature…”
“Ah, Mister Woof!”
Would it have hurt us, I wonder, just to have gathered a few laurel leaves?
Infinite Diversity, Infinite Combinations.
"Marquis of Queensbury rules! Fisticuffs! Pugilism!
I would advise yas to keep dialin’, Okmyx.
Outstanding work everyone. I intend to recommend you all for promotion…in whatever field we end up in.
I think that was “whatever fleet.”
“Since the days of the first wooden vessels, all ship masters have had one happy privilege: that of uniting two people in the bonds of matrimony.”
“Mother.”
Delete log entry.
“Why is anything we don’t understand called a ‘thing’?”
“It’s been fun. Computer: End program. Erase all programs filed under ‘Reginald Barclay’. (Pause)
Except program 9.”
Abandon ship!