Guinan: Around the world in eighty mother f*in days....
Data: Puttin on the Riiiiiiiiiiitz!
Geordi, Guinan asked me to tell you to stop transporting all the tequila.
When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. That picture of you and Leah Brahms riding bareback on a unicorn is not in fact real, Geordi, but - a hologram
No shit, Sherlock!
Captain, are you aware that your tank is infested with Venusian sea monkeys?
What are they doing, Data?
They would appear to be giving me the middle flipper.