Borg: "Since they made us put symbols in our password, I can never keep track of mine. I need some help--can anyone find me a criminal or a 10-year-old boy?"
Kruge: "Stroke of genius to order in. Order me a ham and Swiss, heavy on the onions, with a side of fries."
Spock: "Unfortunately, Gentlemen, our catering order has been misplaced. Would everyone like to order in instead? The other day, Kruge was telling me about this really good place. Apparently, they make a ham and Swiss, as the Commander puts it, 'to die for.'"