Worf: What is SHE doing there?!
Picard: Mr Hawk, you know what to do.
Hawk: Aye, captain. Standing order, Ambassador Troi is to be shot on sight. Though I don't know what she's doing in a transparent space suit on the deflector.
Kahn: The last time I listened to one of your ideas, we flew into deep space in a 90's era rocket ship. Look how well THAT turned out.
Data: Commander, I have a vice grip on your testicles. Commander Worf requested this as an early birthday present with the message... "Arr... matey."