Riker <above door>: Ok Ensign, now that the bay is clear let's set up the production line on our Tri-D Lego Pentagon™series.
Sir...are you my father?
Absolutely not, Wesley.
I meant in the abstract sense.
So did I.
I'll be right there.
Sir? Who are you communicating with?
Hm? Oh, Geordi fraxillated...anion frequency...subspace.
Commander Data was not kidding. That is one big Lego penis rock.
Whatever you do, don't sneak up on her.
Well isn't she empathic? Being a Betazoid?
That was just an ambassadorial prank that got out of hand.
I sense...I'm needed on the bridge.