Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named “Enterprise.” Wait a minute – you’ve been declared dead. You can’t give orders around here. That might’ve been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. I think you’ve let your personal feelings cloud your judgement. Sure. You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked. How long can two people talk about nothing?
Ensign Babyface! We have a saboteur aboard. I recommend you don’t fire until you’re within 40,000
The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad interface modules. Your head is not an artifact! They were just sucked into space. Besides, you look good in a dress. And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. Now we know what they mean by ‘advanced’ tactical training. Smooth as an android’s bottom, eh, Data? The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? I’ve had twelve years to think about it. And if I had it to do over again, I would have grabbed the phaser and pointed it at you instead of them.