#WWMD - Watching With My Daughter

“Don’t pander to me, kid. One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in thirteen seconds. Solar flare might crop up, cook us in our seats. And wait’ll you’re sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles, see if you’re still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding. Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence.”

“You know, I think this Christmas thing is not as tricky as it seems! But why should they have all the fun? It should belong to anyone! Not anyone, in fact, but me! Why, I could make a Christmas tree! And there’s not a reason I can find, I couldn’t have a Christmastime! I bet I could improve it, too! And that’s exactly what I’ll do!”

“Death is the only adventure you have left!”

“Oh, dear, dear, dear, Captain Hook. Shooting a man in the middle of his cadenza? That ain’t good form, you know.”

“Why do you have to spoil everything? We have fun, don’t we? I taught you to fly and to fight. What more could there be?”