Picard: "This box is empty."
Riker: "The box
is the gift."
Picard: "It's a cheap plywood box with glued on plastic tiles."
Riker: "Well...it's the thought that counts."
Picard: "Agreed. What the
hell were you thinking?"
Data: "Should we begin our security sweep now, Counselor?"
Troi: "In a moment, Data. As soon as Commander Worf finishes mentally undressing Lieutenant Selar."