It's a stadium ... thousands of people watching me ... shuttlepod in front of me ... zeppelins in the sky ... giant toothbrushes hanging over the stadium edge ... man, I wish I could tell whether this was a dream so I knew if I should be embarrassed I don't have any pants.
``So, uh, Mrs T'Pol ma'am I was guessing I could just stay at the 'Y' ... uh ... if it's still called a 'Y' here ... it'd be a 'V' here on Vulcan, wouldn't it? Er, I guess not or else a 'Y' on Earth would be an 'E', so here ... uh ... it ... ... is it okay if I just go out and kill myself?''
``Wake up, Trip. Wake up. You're sleeping in the linen closet.''
``Sir, you know
we have standing orders to punch Conan O'Brien!''