Decker: Some kind of...subspace anomaly?
Bones: Exobiological macroviral infestation?
Kirk: Julie? Trisha? Betty June?
Spock: It is the seeping bunyon on my Vulcan hammertoe.
Kirk: Crewman, how many times do I have to give the order not to release the fart valve until we've cleared the deck!
McCoy: There are so few joys in an Ensign's life.
Spock: Indeed, Doctor.
Kirk: Ye gods. That's horrific.
Crewman: Welcome to my world, sirs.
Picard: 805 McFish to go, please.
Hostess: There's no such thing as a McFish!
Kirk: Mister Scott, we need! More! Saturation!
Scotty: I'm giving 'er all she's got, Captain! I cannae break the laws of Photoshop!