Stewart: Denise, it's been a year. We know you regret leaving but turning up on set in costume every day in the hope of getting your job back... it's sad.
Picard: Come wake me up when the show stops being terrible.
Worf: No, I will not let you fire a torpedo.
Troi: So is a giant 1940's radar really so essential to making new planets?
Picard: OK, who drew the tiny penis on Data's head?