Captain's log, Stardate 45345.6. If my crew gave the Enterprise only half the attention they give that remote-control glider they found in young Mr. Crusher's trash can, we'd be in almost decent shape.
Captain's log, Stardate 45345.6. When Beverly became enamored with alternative medicine, Deanna erroneously sensed an interest in the incantations of witch doctors. Where's managed care when you need it?
Data: "I am finally detecting that rare fly. Please everyone, do not open your mouths."