Danzig. I was expecting somebody with high heels and a tight girdle.
If one does not vary one's disguises, they are no longer disguises.
I don't know! I've lost more blood than this shaving!
I wish I'd been so lucky. This excruciating pain in my shoulder feels like a hot poker tearing into my flesh.
Hogan: You gentlemen care for some hors d'oeuvres? Gen. Burkhalter: I'd rather face the Russians.
It's just as well Mrs. Schtottlemeyer cannot come. She wouldn't get near the hors d'oeuvre table anyway.
It's really nice to know, though, that when I'm 70, that I'm going to be wildly attractive to women. You know what I mean? I suppose when you got it, you never really lose it, do you?
I want from you that which is rightfully mine, your loyalty, your tribute, and your worship.
Jim: I have 430 people on that ship up there. Apollo: No, you do not, captain. They are mine. To save, to cherish, or to destroy at my will.
LeBeau: I say he's here to arrest Klink for impersonating an officer. Baker: I say he's Hilda's hairdresser. Newkirk: No. He designs corsets for Hermann Goering.
It is hard to dig a tunnel when you're holding your sides laughing.
Jim: ...there's a chance that he'll be drained enough so the rest of us can jump him. McCoy: I still say it can get us killed. Jim: Not all of us, Bones.
Apollo: I try to be compassionate toward your kind. Jim: You know nothing about our kind. You know only our remote ancestors who trembled before your tricks. Your tricks don't frighten us. Neither do you.
Apollo: I can give life or death. What else does mankind demand of its gods? Jim: Mankind has no need for gods. We find the one quite adequate.
You will dismantle your ship for the supplies you need... and I'll crush its empty hull. I have been too patient. I shall be patient no longer.
Jim: Spurn him. Reject him. You must. You're special to him. Yes. Carolyn: I love him.
Dr. McCoy: I wish we hadn't had to do this. Capt. Kirk: So do I. They gave us so much, the Greek civilization, much of our culture and philosophy came from the worship of those beings. In a way, they began the Golden Age. Would it have hurt us, I wonder, just to have gathered a few laurel leaves?
Intelligence does not necessarily require bulk, Mr. Scott.
I guess they can take it faster than we can give it.
Jim: If you care to leave your ship, we'll provide the necessary life-support systems. Nomad: Non sequitur. Your facts are uncoordinated. McCoy: Jim, I don't think anybody's in there. Nomad: I contain no parasitical beings. I am Nomad.
Scotty: In my opinion, that's a machine. Spock: Indeed. It is reacting much like a highly sophisticated computer. Nomad: I am Nomad. What is "opinion"?
I contain no parasitical beings. I am Nomad.
McCoy: It was supposed to be the first interstellar probe to seek out new life forms. Spock: Precisely, doctor. And somehow that programming has been changed. It would seem that Nomad is now seeking out perfect life forms. Perfection being measured by its own relentless logic.
If what you say is true... then we've taken aboard our vessel a device which sooner or later... must destroy us.
Nomad: Creator... the unit Scott is a primitive structure. Insufficient safeguards built in. Breakdown can occur from many causes. Self-maintenance systems of low reliability. Jim: It serves me as it is, Nomad. Repair it.
Nomad: Mr. Spock is also one of your biological units, Creator? Jim: Yes. Nomad: This unit is different. It is well ordered.
It has been 5000 years. Have you learned no patience in that time?
Yes, it's powerful and sophisticated, but it's not infallible. It's... space happy. It thinks I'm its...mother.
Jim: Nomad... I admit that biological units are imperfect... but a biological unit created you. Nomad: I am perfect. I am Nomad.
Jim: I made an error in creating you. Nomad: The creation of perfection is no error. Jim: I did not create perfection. I created...error. Nomad: Your data is faulty. I am Nomad. I am perfect.
Capt. Kirk: I am the Kirk, the creator? Nomad: You are the creator. Capt. Kirk: You're wrong! Jackson Roykirk, your creator, is dead. You've mistaken me for him. You are in error.
McCoy: I'm a doctor, not an engineer. Scotty: Now you're an engineer.
Captain James T. Kirk: Is that a threat? Mirror Spock: I do not threaten, captain. I merely state facts.
I've been a captain's woman and I like it. I'll be one again, if I have to go through every officer in the fleet.
I submit to you that your Empire is illogical because it cannot endure. I submit... that you are illogical to be a willing part of it.
In every revolution... there's one man with a vision.
It was far easier for you, as civilized men, to behave like barbarians than it was for them, as barbarians, to behave like civilized men.
Spock: Indeed, gentlemen. May I point out that I had an opportunity to observe your counterparts here quite closely. They were brutal, savage, unprincipled, uncivilized, treacherous. In every way, splendid examples of Homo sapiens, the very flower of humanity. I found them quite refreshing. Jim: I'm not sure, but ...
If your blood were red instead of green you wouldn't have an upset stomach.
Capt. Kirk: It, uh, does something for you. Spock: Yes, indeed it does, Captain. It makes me uncomfortable.
I'm sick of hearing that word, "can't." Get that ship out of there.
In simple terms, Jim, they're not growing old.
Spock: In my view, a splendid example of reciprocity. McCoy: It would take a computerized Vulcan mind such as yours to make that kind of a statement.
But these people... I mean, if they don't know anything about... What I mean is, they don't seem to have any natural, uh... I mean, how is it done?
Spock: It's closing fast on the Constellation. Sulu: Standing by, sir. Spock: Commodore, I suggest... Matt: Kirk pulled us out of there by distracting it. Now it's our turn. Fire phasers. Did it. Hard about. Give me some distance.
Matt Decker: Enterprise to Kirk, Commodore Decker speaking. Capt. Kirk: Matt? What's going on? Give me Mr. Spock. Matt Decker: I'm in command here, Jim. Capt. Kirk: What happened to Spock? Matt Decker: Nothing. I assumed command according to regulations, since your first officer was reluctant to take aggressive ...
Matt: If you have anything to say at all, you will say it to me. Jim: There's only one thing I want to say to you, commodore: get my ship out of there.
Sulu: It's gaining on us, sir. Jim: Take evasive action, Mr. Sulu. Matt: I told you, I am in command here, and I will give the orders, captain. We are going to turn and attack. Jim: Not with my ship you don't.
Jim: Am I correct in assuming that a fusion explosion of 97 megatons will result if a starship impulse engine is overloaded? Spock: No, sir. 97.835 megatons.
Jim: Good. Scotty, can you set the ship's impulse engines to overload? Scotty: Aye. The shape the thing's in, it's hard to keep it from blowing.
Jim: Spock. Are you all right? Spock: Yes. I am undamaged, captain.
It's some kind of a force field, sir. But not like any I've ever heard of before. It's not coming from anywhere. It's simply all around us.
I have the power.
I'm finished here This place is killing me Just one more Beer And I'll pack my bags/finally free
Sylvia: I've never conceived of the idea of togetherness before. It excites me. You excite me. Why? Jim: For the same reasons you excite me. You're a very beautiful woman.
Schultz: I always taste the food prepared by the enemy. Hogan: If they give you a military funeral, General, it won't be from the chateaubriand. Schultz: It won't be from the cherries jubilee, either.
Becker: I'm surprised at you, Colonel. From your reputation, I thought you'd be a little more clever than this. Hogan: Told you the Gestapo had me overrated.
Hogan: Excuse me, Colonel. Klink: Hogan, I am busy. I do not wish to see you today. As a matter of fact, I do not wish to see you any day. Hogan: Since we're being honest, I'm not too thrilled at seeing you, either.
Da. After we ski, we all jump in the hot springs and drink hot vodka from floating bottles. Oh, it's so relaxing. It's so enjoyable.
McCoy: There's something wrong about a man who never smiles, whose conversation never varies from the routine of the job and who won't talk about his background. Spock: I see. McCoy: Spock. I mean that it's, uh... It's odd for a non-Vulcan. Um... The ears make all the difference.
I find your argument strewn with gaping defects in logic.
Klink: I wouldn't dream of leaving without you, Schultz. Schultz: Force yourself!
It's quite an achievement to get a German officer to beg on his hands and knees to go to the Russian front.
I do hope you like fish and chips.
If I send you two clowns to the Russian front, I would be shot for treason!
Norman: If you do not come with me, your engines will be destroyed, and you will remain in orbit here forever. Jim: I must say, that's a gracious invitation.
I am the Gestapo. What do I know about law?
Hogan: Say, I understand you're counsel for the defense. Klink: Yes. Newkirk: How did it happen? Klink: I'm told that I volunteered. Hogan: Very good.
Innocent? I think you should try that plea of insanity, for yourself.
Hochstetter: I'm glad to see you've come around to my way of thinking. Klink: I have not come around to your way of thinking; I've come around to his way of thinking.
Gen. Burkhalter: I'd prefer you keep saying he's innocent, Klink. You are the defense counsel. Klink: Yes, sir, indeed I will. I will keep saying it right up until the execution.
Chekov: It makes me homesick. Just like Russia. McCoy: More like the Garden of Eden, ensign. Chekov: Of course, doctor. The Garden of Eden was just outside Moscow. A very nice place. It must have made Adam and Eve very sad to leave.
Jim: I don't believe it. Mudd: Welcome aboard, Kirk. Been a long time, eh? Jim: Harry Mudd.
Mudd: It's typical police mentality. They've got no sense of humor. They arrested me! McCoy: Oh, I find that shocking.
Newkirk: Schultzy, in the grind and monotony of our lonely days and nights, we sometimes lose our urge to play games, you know what I mean? Schultz: No. But I give you a hint.
Schultz: I shall remain outside on guard, lovely lady. Marya: You are a pussycat.
If there's any calls for these gentlemen, they're all tied up.
If this is a trick, heads will roll. Even if this is not a trick, heads will roll!
Jim: In the meantime, would you mind leaving us? Alices: Why should we leave you? Jim: Because we don't like you. Now, boo boo boo boop.
Jim: Well. Opinions? Chekov: I think we're in a lot of trouble. Jim: That's a great help, Mr. Chekov. Bones? McCoy: Well, I think Mr. Chekov's right. We are in a lot of trouble. Jim: Spock? And if you say we're in a lot of trouble... Spock: We are.
Gertrude: Is Klink upset by Wolfgang being made the adjutant? Hogan: He is taking Russian lessons.
Karp: If only we had met sooner. Karen: Ja... it's a pity. Karp: And if only you had a brother with higher rank than Burkhalter.
Spock: I love you. However, I hate you. Alices: But I am identical in every way with Alice 27. Spock: Yes, of course. That is exactly why I hate you, because you are identical.
I cannot go on. I'm tired of happiness. I'm tired of comfort and pleasure. I'm ready! Kill me! Kill me!
Capt. Kirk: Everything Harry tells you is a lie. Remember that. Everything Harry tells you is a lie. Harcourt Fenton Mudd: Now, listen to this carefully, Norman. I am lying.
I am not programmed to respond in that area.
Trinity: I know why you're here, Neo. I know what you've been doing... why you hardly sleep, why you live alone, and why night after night, you sit at your computer. You're looking for him. I know because I was once looking for the same thing. And when he found me, he told me I wasn't really looking for him. I was l...
This is insane. Why is this happening to me? What did I do? I'm nobody. I didn't do anything. I'm gonna die.
It seems that you've been living two lives. One life, you're Thomas A. Anderson, program writer for a respectable software company. You have a social security number, pay your taxes, and you... help your landlady carry out her garbage. The other life is lived in computers, where you go by the hacker alias "Neo" and ...
Morpheus: The pill you took is part of a trace program. It's designed to disrupt your input/output carrier signal so we can pinpoint your location. Neo: What does that mean? Cypher: It means fasten your seat belt Dorothy, 'cause Kansas is going bye-bye.
I'm trying to free your mind, Neo, but I can only show you the door. You're the one that has to walk through it.
Neo: I thought it wasn't real. Morpheus: Your mind makes it real. Neo: If you're killed in the matrix, you die here? Morpheus: The body cannot live without the mind.
Inside the matrix they are everyone and they are no one.
If you're talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then real is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain.
You know... I know this steak doesn't exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth... the Matrix is telling my brain that it is... juicy...and delicious. After nine years, you know what I realize? Ignorance is bliss.
Morpheus: We're going in. I'm taking Neo to see her. Neo: See who? Tank: The oracle.
I will be invited. Don't you worry. It must be in the morning mail. Mm-hmm. The invitations always arrive the same day the party's announced... in the papers.
Klink: With all due respect, Major, I think that's ridiculous. Are you saying that Colonel Hogan can walk in and out of my prison camp without my knowing about it? Maj. Pruhst: I got in without your knowing about it. Klink: Try getting out without my knowing about it.
Oracle: I'd ask you to sit down, but, you're not going to anyway. And don't worry about the vase. Neo: What vase? Oracle: That vase. Neo: I'm sorry... Oracle: I said don't worry about it. I'll get one of my kids to fix it. Neo: How did you know? Oracle: Ohh, what's really going to bake your noodle later...
Hogan: Is that the fanciest uniform you could get? LeBeau: If it was any more fancy, you would be in the ladies' auxiliary.
Oracle: OK, now I'm supposed to say, "Hmm, that's interesting, but... " then you say... Neo: ..."but what?" Oracle: But... you already know what I'm going to tell you. Neo: I'm not The One. Oracle: Sorry, kid. You got the gift, but it looks like you're waiting for something. Neo: What? Oracle: Your next ...
I suppose that deep down I really suspected him. There's something shifty about him that has always rubbed me the wrong way.
LeBeau: I have the funniest feeling, like I'm sending my daughter to her first dance. Hogan: Don't worry, Daddy, I'll be home early, and if anybody gets fresh with me, I'll remember what you told me to do.
I'm tired, trinity. I'm tired of this war. I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of this ship. Being cold, of eating the same goddamn goop every day.
If you would've told us the truth, we would have told you to shove that red pill right up your ass.
Cypher: If you have something terribly important to say to Switch, I'd suggest you say it now. Trinity: Oh, please God... Switch: Not like this. Not like this. Cypher: Too late. Trinity: God damn you Cypher! Cypher: Don't hate me Trinity... I'm just the messenger.
I'd like to share a revelation that I've had... during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species. I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet... instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment, but you humans do not. You move to an ar...
I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to call it, I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.
I knew it. He's the One.
I'm gonna enjoy watching you die... Mr. Anderson.
Neo: I know kung fu. Morpheus: Show me.
Lieutenant: Ha, I think we can handle one little girl. I sent two units, they're bringing her down now. Agent Smith: No lieutenant, your men are already dead.
I used to eat there. Really good noodles.
Morpheus: How we doing Tank? Tank: Main power offline. E.M.P. armed... and ready. Neo: E.M.P.? Trinity: Electro-Magnetic Pulse, disables any electrical system within the blast radius, only weapon we have against the machines.
Klink: I didn't hear you, Schultz. Hogan: Well, you haven't exactly been showering Schultz with the "Gesundheits" either, sir.
I don't know about the rest of you, but he's driving me bloody crackers.
I can't believe you'd loan me your car......without telling me it had a blind spot.
Biff Tannen: I can't believe you'd loan me your car without telling me it had a blind spot. I could've been killed! George McFly: Now, now, Biff, now I never noticed that, uh, the car had any blind spot before when I would drive it. Hi, son. Biff Tannen: But what are you, blind, McFly? It's there. How else do y...
Sherman Peabody: It's already mutated into human form. Shoot it! Old Man Peabody: Take that, you mutated son of a bitch!
Maj. Heintzen: If you are smart, Colonel, you will change the tire. Hogan: If you're smart, Major, you'll call the auto club.
Come on, get your arms up! It's the Chicken dance. Not the Chicken McNugget dance.
Yes, I told him how I felt. He invalidated those feelings and I washed down my rage with several vodka martinis and a pill I found on the floor.
Captain's log, stardate 3541 9. Presence of Nomad aboard my ship has become nightmarish. Now it apparently means to return to Earth. Once there, it would automatically destroy all life.
Lily: We can't be here too long. We haven't much food. Hogan: I'd risk malnutrition for you.
Captain, since we have seen that death is the one reality in this situation, I seriously suggest you reseat yourself immediately... Without moving a muscle of either hand. If I remember correctly, that would involve you in what was called, "the fast draw." it initiated unfortunate events.
Scotty: It's to kill the pain. Spock: But this is painless. Scotty: Well, you should've warned me sooner, Mr. Spock. Fire away. Bones: It should've worked. Did you inhale the gas, Scotty? Scotty: Aye. Deeply. Bones: You still feel all right? Scotty: I never felt better.
I've never seen purple underwear before, Calvin.
I prefer being a welcomed guest Captain.
I knew it had to happen. It's a fine time for that transporter mechanism to break down.
Spock: Is this a dead man, Doctor? Bones: Very dead, Mr. Spock.
I'm not joking! I'm not Ike Clanton!
I don't know what you're trying to pull, but we warned you not to show your ugly face in town again.
It just takes a bit of getting used to, Captain. Actually, a man could grow quite fond of this stuff.
Take it easy, Mr. Scott. I hate to think what that stuff's doing to your stomach lining.
I shall manufacture the equivalent of an ancient generating canister, more familiarly known as a gas grenade.
I wouldn't touch that stuff if I was you.
I am not someone you can marry. If...Only I could make...Clear to you... What I really am.
Spock: I wonder... how humanity... managed to survive. Kirk: We overcame our instinct for violence.
I'm sure that in 1985 plutonium is available in every corner drugstore......but in 1955, it's a little hard to come by.
It exists on the hate of others.
I, too, felt a brief surge of racial bigotry. Most distasteful.
Doc: Marty... have you interacted with anybody else today besides me? Marty: Yeah, well, I might've sort of bumped into my parents.
I don't propose to spend the rest of my life on this ball of dust, arguing your fantasies.
I shall torture you... To death... One by one... Until your noble captain cries "enough."
I've heard of their atrocities, their death camps. They will torture us for our scientific and military information.
Marty McFly: Mom? That you? Lorraine Baines: There, there now. Just relax. You've been asleep for almost nine hours now. Marty McFly: I had a horrible nightmare. I dreamed that I went... back in time. It was terrible. Lorraine Baines: Well... You're safe and sound now, back in good old 1955. Marty McFly: 1955?
I got a personal score to settle with the Klingons.
George McFly: I know what you're gonna say, son. And you're right, you're right. But uh... Biff just happens to be my supervisor, and I'm afraid I'm just not very good at... confrontations. Marty McFly: The car, Dad. I mean he wrecked it. He totaled it. I needed that car tomorrow night, Dad. I mean, do you have an...
I saw what they left of Piotre, and I swore on his grave I would avenge his murder.
I have your car towed to your house......and all you got for me is lite beer?
However, it is notoriously difficult to arrange a truce with the Klingons once blood has been drawn.
Spock: It would appear that the entity wants us alive. Kirk: Why? So we can fight and fight and keep coming back for more like some bloody coliseum? What's next, the roar of crowds?
I see why the human beast did not kill you.
I won't stay dead. Next time I'll do the same to you. I'll kill you. And it goes on and on, the good old game of war, pawn against pawn! Stopping the bad guys. While somewhere some...thing sits back and laughs... And starts it all over again.
If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.
Spock: Incredible as it may seem, these people have no idea they're living on a spaceship. Kirk: I wonder how many generations have lived out their lives and been buried here without ever knowing that their world is hollow.
I wish you to stay here... on Yonada... as my mate.
Now more than ever, I wish to search through the universe to find a cure for myself and others like me.
Bones: That's right. And in this derivative, mixed with alcohol, it merely deadens certain nerve inputs to the brain. Scotty: Oh, well, any decent brand of scotch will do that. Bones: Oh? Well, one good slug of this and you could hit a man with phaser stun and he'd never feel it or even know it. Scotty: Does it make...
Kirk: I had a whole universe to myself after the Defiant was thrown out. There was absolutely no one else in it. I must say I prefer a crowded universe much better. How did you two get along without me? Bones: Oh, we managed. Mr. Spock gave the orders and I found the answers.
Chekov: I don't understand what's so special about this region of space. Spock: Picture it this way, Mr. Chekov. We exist in a universe which coexists with a multitude of others in the same physical space. At certain brief periods of time, an area of their space overlaps an area of ours. That is a time of interphase...
I need not explain my rationale to you or to any other member of this crew.
If this crew is to survive, I have to find an antidote to this space you've locked us into.
I can offer only one small piece of advice, for whatever it's worth. Use every scrap of knowledge and logic you have to save the ship, but temper your judgment with intuitive insight. I believe you have those qualities.
In critical moments, men sometimes see exactly what they wish to see.
George McFly: Lorraine, my density has bought me to you. Lorraine Baines: What? George McFly: Oh, what I meant to say was... Lorraine Baines: Wait a minute, don't I know you from somewhere? George McFly: Yes. Yes. I'm George, George McFly. I'm your density. I mean... your destiny.
I'm going to get that son of a bitch.
If you put your mind to it... you can accomplish anything.
1955 Radio Weatherman: Hill Valley weather this Saturday night. Mostly clear, with some scattered clouds. Lows tonight, in the upper forties. Dr. Emmett Brown: Are you sure about this storm? Marty McFly: Since when can weathermen predict the weather? Let alone the future? Dr. Emmett Brown: You know, Marty, I'm...
Lorraine Baines: Marty, I'm almost 18 years old. It's not like I've never parked before. Marty McFly: What?
I don't know what it is.... but when I kiss you, it's like I'm kissing... my brother.
All right. All right, this is an oldie, but... Well, it's an oldie where I come from.
I guess you guys aren't ready for that yet... but your kids are going to love it.
Listen, I got to go, but......I wanted to tell you that it's been educational.
If you guys ever have kids... and one of them, when he's eight years old... accidentally sets fire to the living room rug... go easy on him.
Both you and Jennifer turn out fine. It's your kids, Marty. Something has got to be done about your kids.
I have this always with me. You never know when you run into a free meal.
I'm going to regret this.
I'm a member of the imperial senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan.
I've got to rest before I fall apart. My joints are almost frozen.
It's much too rocky. This way is much easier.
Uncle Owen: I suppose you're programmed for etiquette and protocol. 3PO: Protocol? Why, it's my primary function, sir.
Uncle Owen: I have no need for a protocol droid. 3PO: Of course you haven't, sir. Not in an environment such as this.
Thank the maker! This oil bath is going to feel so good. I've got such a bad case of dust contamination, I can barely move.
3PO: Is there anything I might do to help? Luke: No. Not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest, or teleport me off this rock. 3PO: I don't think so, sir. I'm only a droid and not very knowledgeable about such things.
Oh...And I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations. This is my counterpart-- R2-D2.
Quite frankly, sir, I don't know what he's talking about. Our last master was captain antilles. But with all we've been through, this little r2 unit has become a bit eccentric.
I don't know any Obi-Wan, but old Ben lives out beyond the dune sea. He's kind of a strange old hermit.
Just you reconsider playing that message for him. No, I don't think he likes you at all. No, I don't like you, either.