Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing Inaprovaline.
Well it all started with World War Three and everyone blew everything up, then a man named Cochrane went up into space, then the Vulcans came and space ships started flying all over the place … then there were the Andorians!
Excuse me Wesley, I speak jive
Jus’ hang loose, blood. She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med side.
A sick bay, what is it?
It’s a room with machines that go ‘bing’ but that’s not important right now.
It’s the place Picard and Crusher sneak off to fool around in, but that’s not important right now
I just want to tell you both, good luck. We’re all counting on you.
Troi: crashes Enterprise
“My apologies. What does “awarded” mean?”
Surely you can’t be serious!
I am. And don’t call me Shirley.
Perfection
