Crusher stopped her tests on Riker, having decided the bug up his posterior was a proverbial--rather than a literal--one.
Troi: "If you insist on discussing my competence as a ship's counselor, you'll have to shut off that porn first."
Unfortunately, the Borg drone just couldn't get jazz hands.
Only too late did Picard start to wonder whether making the locker rooms co-ed was such a good idea.
Captain's log, Stardate 45345.6. We've been to the far reaches of the galaxy, but this new mall has us totally confused.