Worf: I like your bumpy throat ridge.
Blonde: It's an adam's apple, you great buttock.
Data: A toast, to your upcoming video premiere.
Jenna: ...What?
Sorry Jean Luc, but to quote Shakespeare, "You bore the hell out of me."
Lal: Why are my loins locking down and fusing shut?
Data: Heh heh. Father of the Century.
Flowers for Commander Riker from Commander Data? It says, "Sorry about your recent tongue electrocution. Get well soon."