Thinking about what you can't control wastes energy, and creates its own
Are you supposed to just *sit* here?
That is a woman's game. All the wild cards support a *weak* hand. In a man's
game there are no wild cards.
All these wild cards. It is difficult to know what exactly is in my hand.
However, I will open with fifty.
AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH! That is how the Klingon lures a mate. (Wesley:
Are you telling me to go yell at Cilea?) No. Men do not roar. *Women*
roar.... Then they hurl heavy objects.... And claw at you...! (Wesley: What
does the man do?) He reads love poetry...! He ducks a lot.
Good tea. Nice house.
May I inform you, sir, that your attempt to hold the landing party with a non-
functioning weapon was an act of unmitigated gall. (Kevin: Didn't fool you,
huh?) I admire gall.
You are *not* Fekl'hr!
Talk, or play. Not both!
Swimming is too much like bathing.
Nice legs. For a human.
Sir, I protest. I am *not* a merry man!
I will *not* play the fool for Q's amusement!
Please, madam, that is a torpedo launch initiator! And...it is Worf, not Woof.
(Q: What do I need to do to convince you that I'm mortal?) Die!
Did you design this program yourself? (Alexander: Well, Mr. Barclay helped me a
little.) I must have a...talk with Mr. Barclay.
Bluffing is not one of Counselor Troi's strong suits.
This *is* sex! But I have no place for it in my life now!
Klingons *appreciate* strong women.
Rest assured, commander, we will be victorious whatever the cost. (...) If
winning is not important, Commander, why keep score?
Klingons do not allow themselves to be...probed.
You are doing very well. I'm sure the child will arrive soon. (...)
Congratulations. You are now fully dilated to ten centimeters. You may now
give birth. (...) The computer simulation was not like this. That delivery was
Captain, these are Romulans! They are *without* honor. (...) They believe
humans and Klingons are a waste of skin.
Do not be fooled by her looks. The body is just a shell.
(Anya: You know I'm stronger than you.) I was unprepared.
I have wagered heavily in the ship's pool that you will take him past the sixth
level. (Riker: And if I don't?) I will be...irritated.
I like my species the way it is!
I am not easy to get along with.
Words come later. It is the scent which first speaks of love.
I have much to teach you about women!
I've been tutoring him. He learns very quickly.
Less talk! More synthohol.
A warrior does not complain of physical discomfort.
There are very few individuals on board who could have broken my wrist.
Human bonding rituals often involve a great deal of talking and dancing and
Riker: He must have died in bed.
Worf: What a terrible way to die!
A friend has died in the line of duty, and has earned a place among the 7
honored dead. It is not a time to mourn.
"I did not play with toys."
(to Data, re Spot): "I will feed him."
"What Klingons dream of would chill your blood. It is better that you
do not know."
KIRA: Do Klingons have Gods?
WORF: Not any more. They were all slain by Klingon warriors a millenium
ago. They were more trouble than they were worth.
O'BRIEN: Worf, Keiko's having another baby.
Worf: I am a warrior, not a murderer.
Garak: What you are is a great disappointment.