: Data, which Casino planet are we on?
: Commander, I believe we are on a Western Frontier planet this week.
: Next week is a bottle show with a time-travel element.
: Well then I suppose I'll count this as shore leave.
: Mr. Crusher, stare him down. Mr. Data, look inquisitively at him. Red Shirt Crewman, just look a the door. Mr. Worf, look intimidating. Numbah One, tilt your head at him, and I'll scowl. That should put him in his place!
: ugghhhh, there appears to be a problem with this console, Mr. Crusher.
: But Mr. Worf, I was just hoping to get a tablet for Christmas! Instead I got this sweater!
: Mr. Okuda will not be pleased.
The moment when the cameraman realizes his trousers are down.
: Mr. LaForge, you promised me that you wouldn't tell anyone!
: I'm sorry Captain, I thought you were kidding!
: Klingon men do not pee in bed.
: Let's just get you to sickbay, Jean-Luc.