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Q: "I stand before you defrocked. Condemned to be a
member of this lowest of species. A normal, imperfect,
lumpen human being." |
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Data:
"Sir, he is reading as fully human."
Q: "What is there, an echo in here?"
Troi: "I am sensing an emotional presence, Captain.
I would normally describe it as being terrified."
Q: "How rude." |
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Q: "I
have no powers. Q, the ordinary."
Picard: "Q, the liar, Q, the misanthrope."
Q: "Q, the miserable, Q, the desperate! What must I
do to convince you people?"
Worf: "Die."
Q: "Oh, very clever, Worf. Eat any good books
lately?" |
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Picard:
[on Q] "Mister Worf, throw him in the Brig."
Worf: "Delighted, Captain." |
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Worf:
"You will walk or I will carry you."
Q: "Given the option, I'll ... I'll walk." |
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Q:
"It was a mistake. I never should've picked human. I knew
it the moment I said it. To think of a future in this
shell, forced to cover myself with a fabric because of
some outdated human morality. To say nothing of being too
hot or too cold, growing feeble with age, losing my hair,
catching a disease, being ticklish, sneezing, having an
itch, a pimple, *bad breath*." [to Worf] "Having to
bathe."
Worf: "Too bad!" |
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Q: "'Klingon'!
I should have said 'Klingon'. In my heart of hearts, I am
a Klingon, Worf." |
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Worf:
"Be quiet! Or disappear back where you came from."
Q: "I can't disappear ... any more than you can win
a beauty contest." |
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Q:
"Truthfully, Jean-Luc, I've been entirely preoccupied by a
most frightening experience of my own. A couple of hours
ago, I realized that my body was no longer functioning
properly. I felt weak. I could no longer stand. The life
was oozing out of me. I lost consciousness."
Picard: "You fell asleep." |
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Q:
"This is getting on my nerves, now that I have them!" |
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Q:
"This is incredible."
Geordi: "You see something here, Q?"
Q: "I think I just hurt my back. I'm feeling pain.
I don't like it. Uh, what's the right thing to say? 'Ow'?"
Data and Geordi: "Ow."
Q: "OW! I can't straighten up." |
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Data:
"Can you recommend a way to counter the effect?"
Q: "Simple. Change the gravitational constant of
the universe." |
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Q: "Ow,
I think."
Beverly: "Now what?"
Q: "There's something wrong with my stomach."
Beverly: "It hurts?"
Q: "It's making noises."
Beverly: "Maybe you're hungry." |
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Q:
"They simply have no sense of humor. A character flaw with
which you can personally identify."
Riker: "I say we turn him over to them."
Q: "Oh, well, I take it back. You do have a sense
of humor, a dreadful one at that." |
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Q: "Who
does he think he is, giving me orders?"
Data: "Geordi thinks he is in command here, and he
is correct." |
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Q:
"There are creatures in the universe who would consider
you the ultimate achievement, android. No feelings, no
emotions, no pain. And yet you covet those qualities of
humanity. Believe me, you are missing nothing. But if it
means anything to you, you're a better human than I." |
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Picard:
"It's a perfectly good shuttlecraft." |
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Q: "I'm
forgiven! My brothers and sisters of the Continuum have
taken me back. I'm immortal again! Omnipotent again!"
Riker: "Swell." |
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Q: "Ahh,
Doctor Crusher, I see Starfleet has shipped you back into
exile." |
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Q:
"I've been under a lot of pressure lately...family
problems."
Beverly: "Mmm, well, don't expect too much sympathy
from me. You have been a pain in our backside often
enough."
Q: "Your bedside manner is admirable, Doctor. I'm
sure your patients recover quickly, just to get away from
you." |
