I am not our father.

You suggest I should become completely Vulcan, and yet you married a human.

I believe the Romulans have developed a cloaking device, which renders our tracking sensors useless.

Is it possible that we two, you and I, have grown so old and so inflexible that we have outlived our usefulness?

What if I told you that your transwarp theory was correct, that is is indeed possible to beam onto a ship that is traveling at warp speed?

Captain, what are you doing?

Captain? Please, I apologize. The complexities of human pranks escape me.

It appears that you have been keeping important information from me.

[In a tone reserved for telling someone to 'Go to Hell'] Live long and prosper.

Out of the chair.

You proceed from a false assumption. I am a Vulcan. I have no ego to bruise.

If you are presuming that these experiences in any way impede my ability to command this ship, you are mistaken.

This is your thirty-fifth attempt to elicit an emotional response from me.

Life... is not a dream.

One damn minute, Admiral.

Have you disengaged the external inertial dampener?

I believe we are required to engage in a ritual known as the sing-a-long.

I am expressing multiple attitudes simultaneously. To which are you referring?

Captain, what have I done?

Good night, doctor.