Memorable remarks…

En attendant la suite, une petite partie des répliques mémorables que je récolte depuis quelques temps. Parce qu’il y en a quelques unes ici aussi ! Et des collector !

Archer : Take your Vulcan cynicism and bury it with your repressed emotions !

Archer : Am I sensing concern ? Last I checked, that was considered an emotion !

Trip (face à un Klingon dont il ne comprend pas les grognements) : Well I don’t particularly like the way YOU smell, either !

Archer (à Porthos) : You know that you and cheddar don’t get along.

Reed : No offense, but when it comes to our weapons frequencies, I wouldn’t trust my own mother.
Talas: Is your mother considered a security risk ?
Reed : It’s just an expression.
Talas : An odd one. My mother’s security clearance is higher than mine.

Dolum : You don’t want to know my specialty ?
Archer : Let me guess… stinking up the room ? ( )

T’Pol : The Captain’s behavior is becoming increasingly illogical… even for a human.

Trip (pilotant un vaisseau alien) : How difficult can it be ? Up, down, forward, reverse. I’ll figure it out.

Trip (à un Klingon) : You tell ’em, big guy !

Phlox (à Trip) : I’m not quite sure congratulations are in order, Commander, but you’re pregnant.

T’Pol : I’ve run a check through the Starfleet database. You might be pleased to know that this is the first recorded incident of a human male becoming pregnant.
Trip : Just how I always wanted to get into the history books.

Malcolm : What do you think of T’Pol, hmm ? Do you think she’s pretty ?
Trip : T’Pol ? Are you serious ?
Malcolm : Well, she is a woman you know. I think she’s pretty.
Trip : You’ve had too much to drink.
Malcolm : Don’t tell me you’ve never noticed her, you know, in that way.
Trip : Nah, she’s a Vulcan.
Malcolm : I think she’s pretty.
Trip : Oh, God.
Malcolm : You ever noticed her bum ?
Trip : What ?
Malcolm : Her bum. She’s got an awfully nice bum.
Trip (lève sa bouteille) : To Subcommander T’Pol.
Malcolm : Awfully nice.

(Ouarf ouarf ouarf !)

Trip : I’m gonna have to put you up on report.
Malcolm : I saved your life !
Trip : You disobeyed a direct order.
Malcolm : If you put that in my file, it will be years before I am up for a pro…
(Remarquant que Trip se marre) You’re pulling my leg.
Trip (en rigolant) : Malcolm, you’re just so easy !

Capitaine vulcain : Captain Archer ?
Trip : Yes ?
(longue pause)
Trip : Is there a problem ?
Capitaine vulcain : You seem very young for a Starfleet captain.
Trip : Healthy living. You have a message from Admiral Forrest ?
Capitaine vulcain : I’m not certain what this means but Admiral Forrest asked me to inform you that « Cal beat Stanford seven to three. »
Trip : I’ll be sure to tell him.
Capitaine vulcain : Tell who ?
Trip : I’m afraid it’s confidential. Thank you for relaying the message. Archer out.

(Oh purée, j’en peux plus, je rigole trop !)

Trip : I’m getting punchy.
Phlox : Why aren’t you getting together with T’Pol to get your neural nodes stimulated ? Too intimate ?
Trip : Nah, I don’t have an hour a night to waste in T’Pol’s quarters. Isn’t there something else I could do.
Phlox: There is Alderberan mud leeches.
Trip : What the hell am I supposed to do with those ?
Phlox : Place one on your chest and one on your abdomen an hour before going to bed. Their secretions act as a natural sedative. Oh, uh, please be careful to sleep on your back. If you roll over, you might anger them.
Trip : Maybe an hour a night with T’pol isn’t so bad.

Trip (à T’Pol) : You know, all the other women on board must have been taken, because I can’t imagine any other reason why I would’ve married someone as stubborn as you !

Trip (à T’Pol) : You look nice like this, kind of like an old oil painting.
T’Pol : I am not old ! I will only be 66 years old on my next birthday !

Trip : Going where no dog has gone before !

Trip : Grandma taught me never to judge a species by their eating habits.

T’Pol (à Travis qui s’est cassé la jambe) : Why didn’t you let them finish treating you on the surface ?
Travis : Have you ever been to an alien hospital ?
T’Pol : Yes, in San Francisco.

Trip : You think this is my fault ?
Malcolm : You were willing to follow two strange aliens into a basement.
Trip : Gorgeous aliens. Don’t forget they were gorgeous.
Malcolm : They were male.
Trip : Not at first !

Trip : You did all that… with a phase pistol ?
Malcolm : You’re good at building things. I’m good at blowing them up.

More to come ! 😉