Wait, until you see what’s in the bag!
Gee, Bobbi Harlow thought it a fine gesture…
Sorry, First Officer Opus, but you stay on the ship. Leaving your Captain to face such a great danger alone without his permission would make you liable to attend a court-martial…
She’s a lot cuter on the Holodeck.
She’s dead, Jim
The least he could do is introduce himself… oh, and I’m guessing Mr. Sulu will be relieved of his duties.
Chekov: Sorry, Kiptin, but we have collided with a nucwee-er veshel…
Captain Cutter: Dammit, Chekov! You’re the navigator!
Dammit, Sulu! You’re the helmsman, you could have steered the ship around Chekov’s nuclear vessel!
Dammit Spock! Why didn’t…oh, he beamed out.
Dr. McCoy: Dammit, Captain! I’m a doctor, not a jack-of-all-trades!
Good heavens! A babooshka in the heavens!
Heavenly days, McGee!
There seems to be an eddy in the space-time flow of the continuum, sir!