McCoy: The machine is capable of almost anything, but I’ll still put my trust in a healthy set of tonsils.
Charlie: (to Rand) she’s not the same… not like you. She’s… she’s just a girl. You’re… you smell like a girl
Mitchell: Morals are for men, not gods.
Kirk: No more blah, blah, blah!
Balok: You and I are [...]
