Smarrigt.

Eleven fifty-five, almost midnight. Enough time for one more story. One more story before twelve, just to keep us warm.

Miss Lawrence! You’re too far out, Miss Lawrence!

I'm carrying out a difficult experiment. I must be left alone. It's vital. It's life and death that I should be left alone.

Mr Sulu, plot an intercept course.

Bad to the bone.

Au revoir, Shoshanna!

Captain, I am now quite convinced that all of this is V'Ger; that we are inside a living machine.

Hey, there's someone out there!

So much for electricity.

I like New York in June, how about you? I like a Gershwin tune, how about you? I love a fireside when a storm is due, I like potato chips, moonlight, motor trips, how about you?

Attention. Attention. Friday night's movie will be The Glory Brigade. Rock'em sock'em kisses you never got. It's Uncle Sam's combat engineers charging side by side with Greek hand bags. Showing the world a new way to fight as they use bulldozers like bazookas, bayonnets like bazook - bullets. Starring Victor Mature. That is all.

I have not received satisfaction.

lf one does what God does enough times, one will become as God is. God's a champ, he always stays ahead. He got 140 Phillipinos in one plane crash last year. Remember that earthquake in ltaly last spring?

I got this errand to run that I forgot. The airport is right there. Is there time? Sure. It's a thing I got to take care of... is all.

We’ve lost again. The farmers are the winners, not us.

Laurie, dear, he wants to talk to you. He wants to take you out tonight.

This song is by a little-known pop singer by the name of Britney Spears, an angel if there ever was one.