(..) Starting with yours. Then we have nothing left to discuss. You will give me the frequencies to disable Earth's defenses. Centaurian slugs. They latch on to your brain stem... and release a toxin that will force you to answer. Frequencies please, sir. Christopher Pike, captain of (..)

(..) - Good. - Why? Oh, no reason. You know what I... found the other day is that the-- the-- the latch on the soda machine wasn't... latching. It's-- it's catching every time that I stock that darn thing. (..)

(..) larger than himself... Larger than even me, as much as I hate to admit it. And look at that winning smile, those trusting eyes. I latched onto him early on and made myself vital. After years in congress, I can smell which way the wind is blowing. Oh, Jim Matthews, (..)