And then I turned into a locomotive and you turned into a tunnel, while Commander Data watched from the barn door. What do you think it means?
It means my patented lap counseling technique is working.
...And then Geordi snapped his fingers and a gypsy violinist appeared on the beach!
Ha ha ha what a loser.
Do you have any friends we could ask for help?
There's Madeline, but she's busy rolling a couple of johns from out of town.