Star Trek: Twelfth Night
PHLOX - Barb the epithets! Load my pen with poison.
CUTLER - Shut up you drunken fool! If this is a battle of wits you're sailing into, you're sunk before you fire a shot!
Stops dead so suddenly that he pulls free of her grasp, standing with hands on hips. Points to nurse and raises voice so that whole bar can hear. Starts mock ship battle with bar crowd egging them on
PHLOX - Red alert! Enemy at bearing 112 mark 5! Shiance ossifer, Identify! [BEAT] Nothing to worry about sir, its just an old scow...
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Star Trek: Freelance
BOSS - Look Friend, there's no need for violence. Dammit, I dink you broke my node.
FRIEND - (Angry) I aught to break every bone in your body! In just two days, Anderson has been accused of murder, jailed, sprung from jail, drugged, shot at, knocked unconscious and if you don't do something about it, he could be heading for more of the same! Who paid you?!
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Conversations With The Palgue
Keon - You want fantasies! You want magic and infinity. You cannot have them.
Hero - They don't exist?
Keon - They exist but they are not something that you can ask for or something that I can give. They are something that you create in a moment and are gone just as quickly but live forever in our hearts.
