Discussion in 'Community' started by BigAl6ft6, Oct 5, 2015.
Just remember when you're shooting you point it at a Klingon!
I'll try to keep that in mind.
No one's speaking Klingon so... we won?
There was an armistice. We're at peace.
An armistice with the guys who drink blood wine?!
"This stuff isn't champagne. Champagne tickles my nose."
"This stuff eats it away."
I've seen Westerns. I know how to speak cowboy. Leave the talking to me. Dry white wine and a Perrier, please. And what about you two chaps?
Rimmer, what Westerns have you seen? "Butch Accountant And The Yuppie Kid"?
You said I reckon.
My memory files do not include that. Ya'll must be mistaken.
You did it again.
I am endeavoring, ma'am, to construct a mnemonic memory circuit using stone knives and bearskins.
Another word and you'll join them.
Baldrick, does it have to be this way? Our valued friendship ending with me cutting you up into strips and telling the prince that you walked over a very sharp cattle grid in an extremely heavy hat?
Mighty cunning, don'tcha think?
I have a cunning plan.
Yes, perhaps, but I think I may have a more cunning one.
Well, mine’s pretty cunning, My Lord.
Yes, but not cunning enough, I imagine.
This is exactly what I didn't want. I wanted simple. I wanted in-and-out. I wanted easy money.
Things always get a little more complicated, don't they, sir?
Just once I'd like things to go according to the gorram plan.
You know what the chain of command is? It’s the chain I go get and beat you with ’til you understand who’s in ruttin’ command here.
I'll keep that in mind when this ship becomes a democracy.
I gave you an order, Lieutenant!
You running a nursery, Lieutenant?
Oh, Captain. Well, I hadn't intended to, sir, but the tribble had other plans.
Do they still sing songs of the Great Tribble Hunt?
Captain, these are safe tribbles.
There's no such thing as a safe tribble.
No matter what you do, or say, or plot... no matter how you come down on us, I will never ever harm you. You're on this table you're safe.
Also, I can kill you with my brain.
Brain and brain! What is brain?!
They say the snow on the roof is too heavy. They say the ceiling will cave in. His brains are in terrible danger.
"ARE YOU THE BRAIN SPECIALIST?!!"
I bumped into Captain Boday the other night.
The Gallamite. Jadzia dated him.
Oh, the toothy smile and the transparent skull?
That's him. Personally, I don't know what Jadzia ever saw in the man.
Well - his brains.
I'm a science officer, it's my job to have a better idea.
You just can't stay away from the big chair, can you?
I don't think I'm cut out to be Captain.... First officer, maybe; I understand there aren't many qualifications!