William T. Riker: Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named "Enterprise."
Q: If you can't take a little bloody nose, maybe you ought to go back home and crawl under your bed. It's not safe out here. It's wondrous, with treasures to satiate desires both subtle and gross; but it's not for the timid.
Picard: I am Locutus of Borg. Resistance is futile. Your life as it has been… is over. From this time forward, you will service… us.
Riker: Mr. Worf... fire.
Hide and Q said:Q: "Let us pray...for understanding and for compassion."
Picard: "Let us do no such damn thing!"
Birthright Pt 1 said:Worf: "Enter."
Deanna (upon seeing the shattered table): "Did the table do something wrong ?"
All Good Things said:Picard: "I should have done this a long time ago."
Troi: "You were always welcome."
Picard: "So, five-card stud, nothing wild... and the sky's the limit."
Troi: You could return to the Academy... get another degree...brush up on your Latin.
Picard: And be Wesley's roommate, I suppose.
Worf: (to Lwaxana) "It is Worf, Madam"
Data: "However theoretica...."
Picard: (annoyed) "Data"
Picard: "He's nothing but a flim-flam man!"
Picard: "Then they would have our...gratitude"
CorporalCaptain, that's "Temba, his arms open!"
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