You wound me, Amos. Is it for this that I gave the best years of my life battling Klingons and phaser-wielding maniacs so that you and you ilk could produce more squalling brats on an insignificant planet rotating around a minor star called Sol? Is it for this that I went boldly where no man had gone before? Is it for this that...

Naw. Couldn't have been for this. I know what it was for. It was for this great place I've got, the horses, the barbecued steaks, the glory, and the leisure time. My 4 x 4 and my jacuzzi. That's what it was for.

So screw you, Amos. I laugh in your general direction.