| Episode 3.04: Battleship | |
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"Quiet Bacon
Bits, I'm in the middle of consuming a most delicious.... snack."
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"You asshole.
If you think I'm going to give in, you can wait forever." |
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"That's my Klingon
side," she said, "This is from the rest of me." and with
that she kissed him again, slower, softer, lovingly. |
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"WHAT THE HELL
WAS I THINKING?!?" AC shook the PADD, acting like he had made the
wrong choice. "HOW DO I UN-SEND THIS DAMN MESSAGE?? OH GOD! KILL
ME NOW!!" |
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"You know as
well as I do that the rumor mill on this ship would put the Obsidian Order
to shame." |
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"By the way,
sir, I don't believe in luck: only experience." |
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"My name is Admiral
Erik Pressman, Commander. I am working for Starfleet Intelligence and
have orders to use the Galaxy to carry out a top secret mission. I have
been assured to have the full use and cooperation of every member on board
this vessel by the President of the Federation himself. You do recognize
that signature don't you, Commander?" |
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"I DON'T CARE
IF YOU ARE THE POPE! No one comes into Engineering and orders everyone
to leave!" |
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"We've had to
compensate for high blood-alcohol content. If you ask me, a man as smart
as Deiran Casey should know better than to play with knives when drinking."
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"Raktijino and
coffee, double-strong, double-sweet." Cat watched as two large mugs
appeared in the replicator. "Same mug you stupid machine!" |
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"Well, it looked
like it was into the Jaws of death and into the mouth of hell for the
Galaxy. Maybe they would turn out better than it did for the six-hundred."
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"Boy, if I weren't
seeing somebody...I still wouldn't have anything to do with you."
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"Anyway, there's
no question he's visiting her all-you-can-eat bar!" |
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