Citas

Star Trek: De dioses y hombres

Captain Nyota Uhura: [narrating] It's said if you move but one grain of sand, you run the risk of altering history.

Captain Nyota Uhura: [narrating] Captain's personal log, Stardate 6712.4. As head of Starfleet Linguistic, my recent assignments have been most rewarding. So much so, I'm finding it hard to believe it's been forty years since I was first assigned to the Enterprise under Captain Kirk's command. I should be elated to attend the ceremonies honoring his accomplishments, but the memory of his passing twelve years ago is still very painful. And it doesn't help that my dear friend Scotty is still missing. Or that Sulu is away in the Gamma Quadrant for the next three years. Or that McCoy and Spock won't be able to break away from their negotiations with the Klingons. All this has made me realize that something is... missing in my life. Perhaps though, seeing some old friends attending the dedication of a very special ship is exactly what I need. Something we all need.

Captain John Harriman: What happened?
The Guardian of Forever: A question. He has passed into what was. All that you knew has been altered.

Tuvok: Are you suggesting that the needs of the one outweigh the needs of the many?
Madame Uhura: I'm suggesting that history proves it. It's filled with groups who have decided that their needs were more important than others. The result: slavery, genocide. You don't believe me? Just look at the Galactic Order.

Captain John Harriman: [communicating through intercom] Kittrick, what do you want?
Kittrick: I want nothing.
Captain John Harriman: You wouldn't be threatening to blow up my ship if you didn't want something.
Kittrick: Autodestruct in 15 seconds.
Captain John Harriman: [shouting] What do you want?
Kittrick: I want you to die.

Kittrick: [Tuvok has just attempted to mind meld] Keep your mind to yourself, Vulcan!

Kittrick: [communicating through intercom] I have a better idea. Why don't you come down here and kill me yourself?
Captain John Harriman: Lower the force field. I'll be there in five minutes.
Kittrick: I've waited long enough. Make it four.

Captain John Harriman: This is very strange. I remember you as a friend, but... you still feel like an enemy.

Captain Nyota Uhura: [narrating] Personal log, Stardate 7615.1. It doesn't seem like a year's past since we restored our normal timeline. As I conclude my last entry as captain, my thoughts are not on that single grain of sand we might disturb accidentally, but on the fact that we are endowed with free will and can choose ideas that can either lead to deadly consequences or to joyous rewards. So truly, our destiny lies not in the stars, but within ourselves.

Captain John Harriman: [beaming the crew from the disabled rebel ship] Kittrick! So glad you could make it. So at last, the fox has been outfoxed. Odd... I always imagined you'd be shorter.
Kittrick: I'm surprised you had the courage to meet me face-to-face.
Captain John Harriman: Oh, if I had my way, you'd be dead already. Terrorists like you...
Kittrick: Terrorists? We fight for our freedom!
Captain John Harriman: Freedom... what is freedom without security? Nothing. The Galactic Order provides that security.
Kittrick: Only through fear and violence. Anyone who trades freedom for security... deserves neither.
Captain John Harriman: Well, I'm not going to have a philosophical debate with an anarchist. The truth is: You're a traitor. The Curate Prime demands your head. I'll be the one who gives it to him.
Kittrick: We'll see.

Charlie Evans: [about James T. Kirk] He died saving hundreds of people?
Data Clerk: Billions. Billions of people. Entire planets. I don't think there's been a single person who's had that kind of influence...
Charlie Evans: But he wouldn't save me. I didn't wait forty years to be cheated.

Captain Pavel Chekov: This almost makes me feel like a kid again!
Captain Nyota Uhura: Well, it should. The last time you sat in that seat, you were a kid.

Captain John Harriman: About your uncle...
Commander Peter Kirk: Don't worry. He made his own choices. He lived and died exactly the way he wanted to.
Captain John Harriman: I almost left Starfleet over that incident. But Chekov was aboard the day your uncle died and he and Uhura convinced me it wouldn't have mattered who was sitting in the captain's chair that day. And since then we've been the best of friends.

Kittrick: [recognizing the planet on the viewscreen] Vulcan.
Captain John Harriman: Yes, a defiant planet about to serve as an example. I thought you might be interested in its fate.
Kittrick: Why should I concern myself with Vulcan? They refuse to take a stand. They deserve their fate.

Koval: Ah! Glorious. You see what their neutrality and peaceful ideals got them? None of you feeble little p'tak will ever learn. You must dominate! Or be dominated.

Conqueror Navigator Yara: Captain. A number of vessels were able to escape.
Commander Garan: Hunt them down?
Captain John Harriman: No... let them go. They shall bear witness to what happened here today.
Xela: Cunning. Now you'll be feared ever more.

Ragnar: Kittrick, I've followed you all these years because you fought for what was right. If I'm to die, I'll die fighting for that.

Captain Galt: I am Captain Galt of the freedom ship Liberty. We know you have our comrade Kittrick. Return him or we will destroy your ship.

Xela: [aiming a phaser at Harriman] Give me one reason I shouldn't kill you where you stand.
Captain John Harriman: I can't... but there must be one, or you would have done it by now.

Captain Nyota Uhura: [raising her glass] Here's to forty years of high adventure!
Admiral Chekov: [raises his glass] Here's to the next forty.
[Captain Uhura gives him a puzzled look]
Admiral Chekov: Well, as Spock is so fond of saying: there is always a possibility...

Captain John Harriman: [shouting at Commander Garan as he started to leave] Get them out! I don't care if you have to blast through the bulkheads, am I clear?

Commander Garan: We have the rebel vessel in our tractor beam.
Koval: Allow me the pleasure of destroying it.
Xela: [scoffs] Typical Klingon. Act first, think later. What do we gain from destroying it?
Koval: They are enemies of the Galactic Order!
Commander Garan: Captain, intelligence indicates this might be the vessel we've been looking for.
Xela: [saunters seductively over to Harriman's chair] This could be very good for you. Capturing the fox is sure to impress Curate Prime.
Koval: Man your station, tokhe straav'!
[Klingon: "willing slave"]
Koval: Leave the battle to the men.
Captain John Harriman: Koval, you need to be more courteous towards Xela.
Koval: Why should I? She is a straav'!
Captain John Harriman: Yes, but she's *my* slave. You need to remember that.

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