Star Trek: Voyager1995

Cleric:
Protector, what exactly are you doing?

Protector:
I'm sending him a letter.

Cleric:
"Him"? S-s-sending who a letter?

Protector:
The Ground Shaker. The Light Bringer.

Cleric:
Had you been more attentive to my lessons when you were a boy, you would not be so gullible as a man.

Protector:
On the contrary, you taught me well. Our ignorant ancestors believed every star was a deity. You taught me how foolish that was. "Superstition" you called it.

Cleric:
And that's exactly what it is.

[the Protector turns to a bush and plucks a fire fruit from it]

Protector:
Hungry?

Cleric:
[nervously] Uh, it's, er, bad fortune to eat the fire fruit.

Protector:
According to whom? Our ancestors? Don't tell me you believe that old superstition.

[he throws the fruit away]

Protector:
Perhaps we shouldn't completely ignore the old beliefs, no matter how strange they may seem today.