Sarah: You are the Sisko. You are part of me. Sisko: If that's true, if you really do care about me if you do consider me your son then let me have this. Sarah: It is not for you to have. There are still many tasks ahead of you.
Sarah: You must walk the path alone. Sisko: You're not listening to me. I want to spend my life with her. Sarah: If you do, you will know nothing but sorrow.
You come first, before career, before duty, before anything.
Dax: This is ridiculous. We can't have a conversation if you refuse to talk about the things that we have in common. Worf: Then perhaps we should not have a conversation.
I'm afraid you have an exaggerated sense of my importance.
You must accept your destiny.
You don't care how I feel. All that matters to you is that I do what you want.
You're like a housewife worrying about a cake in the oven.
Klink: You know, I am very fond of science. Prof. Baur: Oh, really? Klink: Oh, yes, yes. It's, well... it's, uh... it's so scientific.
Your pagh is strong, Anjohl. I've been waiting for you.
You should be honored. You're witnessing an historic moment-- the birth of the alliance between the Dominion and the Breen. Changes everything, doesn't it?
Dax: You have the biggest ego of any man I've ever known. Worf: Considering how many men you have known that is quite a statement.
Worf: You never listen. Dax: Look who's talking.
Dax: Why are you doing this? Damar: I want you to give a message to the Federation. Tell them they have an ally on Cardassia. Worf: Why should we trust you? Damar: You can either trust me... or you can stay here and be executed. Dax: I vote for option one.
Dax: You're a good friend, Worf. Worf: I know.
You've given the Prophets reason to smile.
You are being humorous.
You were having a bad dream.
Dax: Let me try. Worf: No. You do not have the necessary strength. Dax: And your fingers are too fat.
You desired a physical relationship with me from the very start.
You have the biggest ego of any man I've ever known.
You need only tell me what to do. I give myself to the Prophets in all things.
You know, Worf, I have had just about enough of your little Klingon aphorisms. The only reason I came on this mission was to save your miserable life. So the least you could do is stop acting like such a self-righteous targ.
Your motives for rescuing me are not honorable.
O'Brien: Your well-being was a constant source of conversation and speculation. Dax: You see? I told you they'd miss us. So, who won the betting pool? Bashir: Morn. He managed to guess the day you'd be back. Only missed the time of your arrival by two hours.
You deserve more than handsome.
Weyoun: You've regained your confidence. Darmar: I wasn't aware that I'd lost it.
Kai: Well, you need a lesson in humility. I'm going to see that you get it. Dukat: By putting me out on the street? Kai: You'll find the Bajoran people are very kind.
Garak: You don't know how lucky you are. Rusot: Oh? Why is that? Garak: She would have killed you. Rusot: I only wish she had tried.
You don't seem to realize the risk you're taking. We don't make war with computers and herd the casualties into suicide stations. We make the real thing, councilman. I could destroy this planet.
You will be responsible for an escalation that will destroy everything. Millions of people horribly killed, complete destruction of our culture here. Yes, and the culture on Vendikar. Disaster, disease, starvation, horrible, lingering death, pain and anguish!
Anan 7: You wouldn't do this. Hundreds of millions of people. Jim: I didn't start it, councilman. But I'm liable to finish it.
Yes, councilman, you have a real war on your hands. You can either wage it with real weapons, or you might consider an alternative. Put an end to it. Make peace.
Spock: Captain, you almost make me believe in luck. Jim: Why, Mr. Spock, you almost make me believe in miracles.
You should lay off that liverwurst, Schultz. It's softening your brain.
Jim: Your father was a computer, like his son. An ambassador from a planet of traitors. The Vulcan never lived who had an ounce of integrity. Spock: Captain, please don't... Jim: You're a traitor from a race of traitors. Disloyal to the core. Rotten like the rest of your subhuman race. And you've got the gall to...
Leila: You never told me if you had another name, Mr. Spock. Spock: You couldn't pronounce it.
You're a very thoughtful, considerate, generous host. What do you want?
Elise: Let's race. David: You challenge me in those shoes.
Richardson: You bumped into a woman this morning on the bus. Elise: Were you just staring at my legs? David: I was defenseless against the dress. What does that have to do with anything. Richardson: Your path through the world has been adjusted. You were never supposed to see her again.
Elise: You're that guy running for senate aren't you? David: I am that guy, yeah.
You've just seen behind a curtain that you weren't even supposed to know existed.
Jim: ...life support systems... Chief: I'm concerned with my people right here, Kirk. They're being murdered. You find that monster and kill it.
You should've seen her when we were chamoising off the mini-blinds. She hugged me and said it felt like Christmas came early this year.
Oh, hey, Leo. You're tall with girlish lips. You want to coach me for the gay spelling bee?
Kira: You going to do something about him? Damar: I am. I'm giving him my support.
Rusot: You're still a Cardassian, Garak. You're not going to kill one of your own people for a Bajoran woman. Garak: How little you understand me.
You give me 24 hours, I'll show you Will Truman's New York and you will never want to help a person ever again.
What I say now I say as a member of the House of Martok not a Starfleet officer. You have dishonored yourself and the Empire, and you are not worthy to lead the Council.
McCoy: You can't be serious. That thing is virtually made out of stone! Captain James T. Kirk: Help it. Treat it. McCoy: I'm a doctor, not a bricklayer. Captain James T. Kirk: You're a healer. There's a patient. That's an order.
You will not have this... day.
Julian, it's time to face facts. You're not going to pull a rabbit out of your medkit.
Your orders are shoot to kill.
You want me to go behind enemy lines and teach a bunch of Cardassians how to be resistance fighters?
You're going to have to put your personal feelings aside.
You never know how many livers you're going to need.
You sure you're not imagining things?
Bashir: I was running a scan on the sample you left me when I noticed something... unusual. Odo: Unusual in what way? Bashir: The disease that's killing your people... you're infected.
You should be happy you're a warrior again. No more meetings, no more reports to file. You'll be out there savoring the heat of battle.
You expect us to attack our own people?
Huh. You really are genetically enhanced, aren't you?
You'll find the Bajoran people are very kind. A blind beggar will elicit their sympathies, I'm certain and with any luck, you'll earn enough to eat, and perhaps even enough for shelter each night.
Your opinion was not solicited.
You killed hundreds of Cardassians during the occupation and now you're getting a chance to do it again. That's why you're here, isn't it? To hang a few more Cardassian neck bones from your belt? Admit it, Kira. You won't be satisfied until every one of us is dead.
Your name is revered throughout the Empire. If you seize the leadership every warrior from here to Kronos would swear an oath to you, and with that kind of support the High Council will have no choice but to accept you as Chancellor.
You rule without wisdom and without honor.
You are squandering our ships and our lives on a petty act of vengeance!
You've done everything you could... more than I would have thought possible. I appreciate it.
All hands, attention to orders. From Starfleet Headquarters, Office of the Admiralty to Captain Benjamin L. Sisko. As of this date, you are requested and required to take command of USS Sao Paulo. Signed, Vice Admiral William J. Ross, Stardate 52861.3. Computer, transfer all command codes to Captain Sisko.
You know, it takes a certain maturity to not be swept away by the romantic fantasy.
You can't even dump industrial waste anymore because it might harm "the natural habitat." I'm supposed to start worrying about animals now.
All right, you want Rom? You can have him. In fact, you deserve him. He's perfect for this new workers' paradise of yours. He can save the environment and levy all the taxes he wants.
You have a lot to learn...sir. And if I know the Klingons, you'll be learning it the hard way.
You are now subjects of the Klingon Empire. You will find there are many rules and regulations. They will be posted. Violation of the smallest of them will be punished by death.
Jim: You didn't really think I was gonna beat his head in, did you? Spock: I thought you might. Jim: You're right.
Obviously, you do not know the difference between courage... and foolhardiness.
You just don't walk into an American Air Force base and steal a plane. I mean, they count those things every night.
Kor: You have done well to get this far through my guards. Spock: I believe you'll find that several of them are no longer in perfect operating condition.
You're meddling in things that are none of your business!
Know this... my son. Your journey's end lies not before you... but behind you.
You could pass for a Kraut anytime, sir.
You're with us now.
Garak: You've been such a good friend. I'm going to miss our lunches together. Bashir: I'm sure we'll see each other again. Garak: I'd like to think so. But one can never say. We live in uncertain times.
Quark: A-ha, I knew it! When I saw the two of you slip out, I said to myself, that no-good, misanthropic, cantankerous changeling is trying to sneak off the station without anyone noticing. Odo: That was the idea. Quark: Well, it's not gonna happen, is it? Odo: Apparently not. Quark: So - now that I'm here... is the...
Odo: You always said I looked good in a tuxedo. Kira: You do. Odo: Then this is the way I want you to remember me. Kira: I'll never forget you. Odo: Good-bye, Nerys.
Klink: You Americans have a very sloppy security. Hogan: True. And we're gonna march right into Berlin sloppy.
You know, I've never been into battle with someone I've slept with before.
Bashir: What's that, Miles? O'Brien: I said I wish you'd wipe that grin off your face. You're not the first person to fall in love, you know.
You have walked the path the Prophets laid out for you, Benjamin. Do not falter now.
Mila: You've hardly touched your meal. No wonder you're not looking well. Garak: I'm not looking well because I live in a cellar.
Karen: Your first gay word is "daiquiri." Jack: I quit.
You're not going to die. You're a God.
Founder: The Dominion has spent the last two years trying to destroy the Federation and now you're asking me to put our fate in their hands? Odo: Yes. Founder: I can't do that, Odo. I don't have your faith in the solids.
Barstow: It's going to be tough on you and the Enterprise, but that's the job you've drawn. You're on your own. Jim: I see. You mean... we're the bait.
Will: You don't like Will Truman's New York? Leo: I find it a bit fussy.
Sarah: Your time of trial has ended. You need to rest now. Sisko: Oh, I intend to as soon as I return to Deep Space 9. Sarah: That won't be necessary. You're with us now.
Kirk: You've got him on complete life support. Was he dead? Bones: He was worse than dead.
Luma: You do not belong here. You are not Morg. Kirk: Who's in charge? I wish to speak to him. Luma: Him? What is him? Kirk: What have you done with Spock's brain? Luma: You are not Morg or Eymorg. I know nothing about a brain. Kirk: You're lying!
This is Spock. You saw him on the ship. You have his brain. It must be restored to him immediately. What have you done with it?
Kara: You have come to destroy us. Kirk: No, no, no I promise you. Bones: We just want to talk to somebody about Spock's brain. That's all.
You are a disembodied brain.
Kara: He must stay! He must stay! Kirk: He will not stay. Now, you took his brain. You will put it back.
You're lucky they didn't start an autopsy.
I am subcommander tal of the romulan fleet. Your ship is surrounded, captain. You will surrender immediately, or we will destroy you.
A starship, one of the Starfleet's finest vessels? You're saying instrument failure as radical as you suggest went unnoticed until you were well past the neutral zone?
You filthy liar!
Your instincts are still good, Mr. Spock.
Romulan commander: Mr. Spock. You do know I have a first name. Spock: I was beginning to wonder.
You understand Romulan tradition well.
Spock: Lock all phasers on that mark. Maximum intensity, narrow beam. I want to split that fissure wide open. Bones: You sound like you're cutting a diamond. Spock: Very astute, doctor.
Well, Spock, you took your calculated risk in your calculated Vulcan way, and you lost.
You haven't heard a word I've said. All you've been doing is staring at that blasted obelisk.
You must go inside the temple and make the blue flame come out.
Well, well, well, you're all having such a good time, I think I'll join you.
You have done very well, my friends. You have done what must be done.
You have come aboard the Enterprise. Now our destination is a federation settlement. Captain Kirk will undoubtedly choose a closer station. Do not let that deter you. Marcos 12 has millions of people on it. Nearly a million will join us as our friends. The rest will be our enemies. Together with our other friends w...
You blind fool! Can't you see what's in front of you?
You must be eliminated.
You are my future generals. Together we can raise armies of followers.
Kirk: Yes, you know your rival, don't you? You couldn't keep him from making a mind-link with Kollos, something you couldn't do yourself! With my words, I'll make you hear such ugliness as Spock saw when he looked at Kollos with his naked eyes! The ugliness is within you! Miranda: That's a lie! Liar! Kirk: Your pa...
You're dressed up for the occasion, Spock. Very impressive.
You look like you've paid a visit to the devil himself.
Transporter Chief: Sir, you shouldn't be in here. Lazarus: Oh, I didn't know!
Capt. Kirk: You'll be trapped inside that corridor with him forever. At each other's throats throughout time. Lazarus: Is it such a large price to pay for the safety of two universes?
McCoy: You were about to make a medical comment, Jim? Jim: Who, me, doctor?
Guardian: Your science knowledge is obviously primitive. Spock: Really? Jim: Annoyed, Spock?
Policeman: Well? Capt. Kirk: You're a police officer. I recognize the traditional accoutrements. Spock: You were saying you'd have no trouble explaining it. Capt. Kirk: My friend... is obviously Chinese. I see you've noticed the ears; well, they're... easy to explain... Spock: Perhaps the unfortunate acciden...
Jim: You were actually enjoying my predicament back there. At times, you seem quite human. Spock: Captain, I hardly believe that insults are within your prerogative as my commanding officer.
Sister Edith: Good evening. Drunk: You'll be sorry. Jim: Why? Drunk: You expect to eat for free or something? You gotta listen... to goody two-shoes.
Captain... you're asking me to work with equipment which is hardly very far ahead of stone knives and bearskins.
You! What planet is this? No. Don't run! I won't kill you! It's they who do the killing! Don't run! I won't kill you!
Mr. Spock. Your logic, as usual... is inescapable.
Jim: Your figures are, of course, accurate? Spock: Of course.
Jim: Mr. Spock. Regaining eyesight would be an emotional experience for most. You, I presume, felt nothing? Spock: Quite the contrary, captain. I had a very strong reaction. My first sight was the face of Dr. McCoy bending over me. McCoy: Mm. 'Tis a pity brief blindness did not increase your appreciation for beauty...
Spock: Unusual eye arrangement. I might've known he'd turn up with something like that. Jim: What's that, doctor? I said, please don't tell Spock that I said he was the best first officer in the fleet. Spock: Why, thank you, Dr. McCoy. Jim: You've been so concerned about his Vulcan eyes, doctor, you forgot abo...
Lt. Miller: You're going to a German intelligence meeting? Hogan: I really had nothing else to do tonight, and it is nice to get out of the house once in a while.
McCoy: What's this? Christine: Oh, uh... McCoy: Oh, Vulcan plomeek soup. And I'll bet you made it too. You never give up hoping, do you? Christine: Well, uh... M... Mr. Spock hasn't been eating, doctor. And I... I just happened to notice.
McCoy: ...your logical, unemotional first officer turned to me and said: "You will cease to pry "into my personal matters, doctor, or I shall certainly break your neck." Jim: Spock said that?
Jim: You changed course for Vulcan, Mr. Spock. Why? Spock: Changed the course? Jim: Do you deny it? Spock: No. No, by no means, captain. It is quite possible. Jim: Then why did you do it? Spock: Captain, I ac... Accept, on your word... that I did it. But I do not know why, nor do I r... Remember doing it.
Come on, Spock. Yield to the logic of the situation.
Captain James T. Kirk: You say you're convinced he knows what it is? Dr. McCoy: He does. And he's as tight lipped about it as an Aldebaran shellmouth.
Your face is wet.
Yeah. "Hot as Vulcan." Now I understand what that phrase means.
McCoy: You're gonna have to kill him, Jim. Jim: Kill Spock? That's not what we came to Vulcan for, is it?
Spock: ...you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all... as wanting. It is not logical... but it is often true.
The eons have passed, and what has been written has come about. You are most welcome, my beloved children. Your places await you.
You don't have to worry about Oskar Danzig. He's a master of disguises.
Jim: All right, we're here at your invitation. Would you mind telling us what you want without all the Olympian generalities? Apollo: You will not leave this place.
Jim: What is it you want? Apollo: You will worship me, as your fathers did before you. Jim: If you want to play god and call yourself Apollo, that's your business, but you're no god to us, mister.
Klink: Uh, General Burkhalter tells me that you are the commandant of a POW camp, just like me. Burkhalter: Not like you. He knows what he's doing.
Carolyn: You really think you're a god? Apollo: In a real sense, we were gods. We had the power of life and death. We could have struck out from Olympus and destroyed. We have no wish to destroy. So we came home again. It was an empty place without worshipers.
Carolyn: He wants us to live in peace. He wants to provide for us. He'll give us everything we ever wanted. And he can do it too. Jim: All right, you can come down from Mount Olympus now. You've got work to do.
Nomad: You are the Kirk, the creator. You programmed my function. Dr. McCoy: Well, I'm not the Kirk. Tell me what your function is. Nomad: This is one of your units, creator? Capt. Kirk: Yes, he is. Nomad: It functions irrationally. Capt. Kirk: Sometimes.
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Spock: ...and the guards have vanished. I must assume they are dead. Jim: You killed two of my... Nomad: Creator, your biological units are inefficient.
Jim: No, you're not Nomad. You're an alien machine. Your programming tapes have been altered. Nomad: You are in error. You are a biological unit. You are imperfect.
Jim: You must sterilize in case of error. Nomad: Error is inconsistent with my prime function. Sterilization is correction. Jim: Everything that is in error must be sterilized. Nomad: There are no exceptions.
Jim: You did not discover your mistake. You've made two errors. You are flawed and imperfect. And you have not corrected by sterilization. You have made three errors. Nomad: Error? Error? Error? Examine. Jim: You are flawed and imperfect. Execute your prime function! Nomad: I shall analyze error.
Your logic was impeccable, captain. We are in grave danger.
You're ordered to annihilate the Halkans unless they comply. No alternative.
You traitorous pig. I'll hang you up by your Vulcan ears.
Jim: You would find me a formidable enemy. Spock: I am aware of that, captain. I trust that you are aware... of the reverse.
You're the captain's woman... until he says you're not.
You're a man of integrity in both universes, Mr. Spock.
Martha: You know, if it weren't for Vaal, this place would be a paradise. Chekov: Any place we can be together is Paradise.
McCoy: You can't let him do this, Spock. Matt: Doctor, you are out of line. McCoy: So are you...sir.
Matt: You may leave the Bridge, doctor. McCoy: What about the captain? We can't leave... Matt: Doctor, you may leave the Bridge. McCoy: Spock? Do something.
Jim: You mean, you're the lunatic who's responsible for almost destroying my ship? Matt: You are speaking to a senior officer, Kirk.
Matt: You're bluffing. Spock: Vulcans never bluff.
Korob: You are the, uh, different one, Mr. Spock. You do not think like the others. There are no colors to your patterns of logic. There's only black and white. You see all this around you, and yet, you do not believe. McCoy: He doesn't know about trick or treat. Korob: I do not understand that reference. Theref...
Sylvia: You wanted to know what we did to your men. Actually, it's a simple matter for us to probe the minds of creatures like yourself. Spock: Mind probing. Hypnosis. Sylvia: You like to think of yourselves as complex creatures, but you're flawed.
Korob: You're cruel. You torture our specimens. Sylvia: And that too, is a new sensation. I find it stimulating.
Sylvia: You are using me. You hold me in your arms and there is no fire in your mind. You're trying to deceive me! It's here like words on a page. You are using me. Captain James T. Kirk: And why not? You've been using me and my crew.
You will be swept away. You, your men, your ship, your worlds!
Sylvia: You're very clever, captain. More so than I'd imagined. Clever, resourceful and handsome. Spock: Don't let her touch the wand, captain.
You ask for love and return pain instead.
Captain James T. Kirk: Bones... Doc? Dr. McCoy: You were saying something about trick or treat?
You are too modest, Colonel. From your Gestapo dossier, I would say that you run the camp, and Klink is your prisoner.
Klink: You clumsy clod! Schultz: Sorry, Herr Kommandant. Hogan: '37 was a great year for wine, bad year for glass.
You mind telling me what this is all about, mister?
You're the most nervous war hero I've ever known.