Picard: "Sorry, I've lost track. This year, am I giving this to you or are you giving it to me?"
Riker: "I must say...this food is delicious. Whoever thought of having our holiday party at the Stinking Gorn is a frigging genius."
Data (to self): "Enough of these tschotskes. I'm ready for some cold, hard cash."
Riker: "Posing nude might be fun, but I think I'll pass--you never know where that sort of painting might end up. On the other hand, if you could come up with a way for me to never show my face again..."
Troi: "This is the ugliest urn I've ever seen."
Data (to self): "Boy, do I wish my epithet subroutine was on. I got this exact same item for Deanna's Christmas gift."
Troi (to self): "Boy, do I wish I couldn't read minds."