Star Trek: TV

You know, Dr. McCoy said the same thing.

Spock: Fifty years to go. Forty. Thirty.
Kirk: Never mind, Mr. Spock.
Spock: [silence]

Humans of the 20th century do not go beaming around the Galaxy, Mr. Seven.

History has been changed in the fact that Billy Claiborne didn’t die, but Chekov is lying there dead.

They cannot hear you, Captain. To their ears, you sound like an insect.

Your collection of Leonardo da Vinci masterpieces, Mr. Flint—they appear to have been recently painted.

Conjecture, Captain, rather than explanation: It would seem that we were held in the power of creatures able to control matter and to rearrange molecules in whatever fashion was desired, so they were able to create images of Sarak and Lincoln after scanning our minds and using their fellow creatures as source matter.

Spock! You’re reverting into your ancestors, five thousand years before you were born!

Troi: Captain, sir, this is not an illusion of a dream.
Picard: But these courts belong in the past.
Troi:I don’t understand either, but this is real.

The Traveler to Picard about Wesley: In such musical geniuses I saw in one of your ship’s libraries—one called Mozart, who as a small child wrote astonishing symphonies, a genius who made music not only to be heard, but seen and felt beyond the understanding, the ability of others. Wesley is such a person, not with music, but with the equally lovely intricacies of time, energy, propulsion, and the instruments of this vessel, which allow all that to be played . . .

Sensors show nothing, sir, But it appears a moment in time repeated itself exactly, for everyone.

We have run into an unusual situation, sir: There are people on board. Frozen.

Riker: A baby? This is a surprise.
Troi: More so for me.

Clancy: [to Geordi] Aye, sir. Where can I reach you?
Data: He can be reached at 221 Baker Street!

We had almost given up hope. We were afraid maybe the whole Federation had been attacked.

Kirk: [pacing in front of a lineup of the crew] Who started the fight?
O’Brien: I don’t know, sir.

Time? Of course, that’s how he did it. This is not another reality—this is our reality. He went back in time and changed the present.

Young Pike: How am I supposed to believe . . . ?
Old Pike: . . . that I’m really you?
Young Pike: You ever gonna let me get a word in edgewise?
Old Pike: I knew you were gonna say that. Does that help?

There’s going to be an attack. It’s going to change the timeline. We have to stop it.

I know me being here wasn’t . . . ideal . . . , and potentially reality-threatening, but meeting all of you has been one of the greatest experiences of my life.