LaForge: Waste extraction successful, Captain.
Picard: Excellent work modifying the warp drive to run off the ship's sewage system.
LaForge: Let Dr Brahms say I fouled up her engine design now!
Riker: Wait Worf! What is this all about?
Worf: Klingon tradition dictates when a superior is incompetent, his subordinate assist with his honorable retirement.
Wesley: That's right baby, I'm gonna rock your world! Get it? We're on a rocky, planet? HAHAHA.
Salia: So, I guess this is your first date too?
Riker: This mission concerns me.
Troi: If you can't handle it, perhaps you should consider a transport ship. There's a lot less pressure there.
Picard: There's one right now.
Pulaski: (muttering) Crap! I have no idea how to work this thing. Why can't they just let me stick with my scalpels and leeches?