Picard: An Oberth? Again?
Can't Starfleet Command send us to help any of the ships that aren't nearly a century old?
Geordi: Sorry sir, there's no room in the budget for that.
Picard: Will you agree to leave if I marry the two of you?
Q: And spare Janeway the torment of dealing with me?
Picard: Damn it... alright, you can stay here until the end of the week, but that's it. Now, I have a conference to attend in a ridiculous outfit.
Everyone's respect for Beverly jumped when they saw the technobabble on her medical tricorder was even more indecipherable than the stuff on the regular tricorder.
Worf: ENOUGH COUNSELOR! We have suffered through your emoting an uselessness for seven years! The madness must end!
Worf: You have no idea how satisfying this is.