Star Trek: Strange New Worlds
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Sam Kirk: Last time I saw the Gorn, I was scared out of my wits. But I’d appreciate another chance to… study them up close.
La’an: With a phaser?
Sam Kirk: How else will we determine how best to kill them?
M’Benga: I would like to aid in that study.
Uhura: Nitrogen grenades?
Spock: Renders anything in a ten meter range frozen.
La’an: Deadly for a cold-blooded lizard.
M’Benga: Deadly for anyone.
Ortegas: You ran from the Gorn in a shuttle? How are you not dead?
Scotty: Firstly, I jury-rigged the engines to increase their capacity, and secondly, I figured out how to hide in plain sight.
M’Benga: Sounds resourceful.
Ortegas: And mysterious.
Scotty: When an armada of human-eating lizards comes my way, I can get quite… creative.
Chapel: What if it’s another rejection?
Ortegas: Forget those Vulcans and their Science Academy. They don’t deserve you.
Chapel: But this fellowship is different. Dr. Korby’s a genius.
Ortegas: I’m supposed to know who that is?
M’Benga: He’s the Louis Pasteur of archeological medicine.
Ortegas: Yeah, no. Still means nothing.
Pike: So… That happened.
La’an: Reports of musical outbreaks have come in from every deck.
James Kirk: Honestly, I thought it was something you had all rehearsed, but I sang too.
M’Benga: So did I. And I do not sing.
Spock: Imagine an area of space where quantum uncertainties collapse so rapidly and randomly that new realities are created. In one such reality, people sing… uncontrollably.
Pelia: A musical reality.
Spock: Indeed.
La’an: So what’s next? More improbability? Or will we just suddenly poof into bunnies.
M’Benga: I would prefer not to be a bunny either.
Ensign Inman: I just wish we could stop this without all this dying.
M’Benga: We have to fight so the people we love can have a chance to live in peace. That’s Starfleet.
I know why you’re here. You want me to make you feel okay. To say you’ve done enough.
M’Benga
M’Benga: I am the Butcher of J’Gal.
Dak’Rah: All of this time. All of this time, you’ve said nothing. You let me take credit.
M’Benga: Because, unlike you, I am ashamed of that night.
Dak’Rah: I am ashamed of my cowardice.
I looked for you. Now, here you are, using the blood on my hands to make yourself a saint.
M’Benga
M’Benga: Careful. Deltan parsley in excessive amounts.
Pike: And in small amounts, delicious.
M’Benga: I didn’t start the fight, Chris.
Pike: This whole situation is… It’s complicated.
M’Benga: Is it? Rah was living a lie. I saw his true face. What if I told you he murdered children? Not his men. He did it. What if I started the fight then? Would that be so bad?
