PICARD: Release the Light Scattering Red Matter!
RIKER: That should do it Captain; not even a chance of lens flare now.
RIKER: An old rusty pipe versus a razor-sharp blade? What am I supposed to do, kill you with tetanus?
WESLEY: So, am I getting lucky tonight?
SALIA: Look Wesley, a flock of airborne swine!
PICARD (thinking): I know Riker wants to hold hands, but Worf would see us from Tactical and our secret would be out.
PULASKI: Alcohol level is through the roof; no need to conduct a roadside sobriety test here. Throw him in the Brig to sober up before we process him.