Babies have big heads and big eyes, and tiny little bodies with tiny little arms and legs. So did the aliens at Roswell! I rest my case.
How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It's simple. I drink the blood of young runaways.
I am not a Starfleet commander, or T.J. Hooker. I don't live on Starship NCC-170...[some audience members say 'one'], or own a phaser. And I don't know anybody named Bones, Sulu, or Spock. And no, I've never had green alien sex, though I'm sure it would be quite an evening. [Pomp and Circumstance begins playing] I speak English and French, not Klingon! I drink Labatt's, not Romulan ale! And when someone says to me 'Live long and prosper', I seriously mean it when I say, 'Get a life'. My doctor's name is not McCoy, it's Ginsberg. And tribbles were puppets, not real animals. PUPPETS! And when I speak, I never, ever talk like every. Word. Is. Its. Own. Sentence. I live in California, but I was raised in Montreal. And yes, I've gone where no man has gone before, but I was in Mexico and her father gave me permission! My name is William Shatner, and I am Canadian!
I wanted to sniff those flowers, and fly!
Captain Kirk never burped out his lines, nor did he simply SPEAK! as IF! Every! Other! SYLlable! WAS! of DIRE! ImPORTance!
It's a question that I find like asking somebody, 'Did you have a breast implant?' or 'When did you get your lobotomy?' - when asked if he wore a hairpiece
I love technology. Matches, to light a fire is really high tech. The wheel is REALLY one of the great inventions of all time. Other than that I am an ignoramus about technology. I once looked for the 'ON' button on the computer and came to find out it was on the back. Then I thought, anyone who would put the 'on' switch on the back, where you can't find it, doesn't do any good for my psyche. The one time I did get the computer on, I couldn't turn the damn thing off! - when asked if he was a fan of technology
We were basically one and the same, although Jim was just about perfect, and, of course, I am perfect.
Remember-you can't beam through a force field. So, don't try it.
Stop and smell the garlic! That's all you have to do.
Oh, for God's sake . . . get a life, will you?
I hate flying, flat out hate its guts.
Don't just shove food into your mouth. Taste the flavor exploding in your mouth. Appreciate the texture. Honor your food with the time you take.
In my proudest moments, I think I had a real hand in the creative force of making "Star Trek." But most of the time, I don't think about it.
At that point, looking remarkable healthy, the skunk gave me the finger (I swear!) and casually strolled back into the woods.
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